As I run along beside these many people
I can see just how frightened they are
Many trampled down by the rest
And just as many by themselves
Love has been lost for these few hundred
Forever tormenting their souls
Running to get away from the Front
Where riches lay untold
Many die along the way
Too feeble to succeed
But a young boy does what most cannot
That boy is me
I run along side my dad, brothers, friends
I run with the glowing snow always close at hand
Living, feeding off this frozen wasteland
We are almost free
Running
Always, always
Running to be free