A young boy lost in a heavy snow,
Family abandoned him miles behind,
Stuck here alone and nearly blind,
The present his God has bestowed,
Is no direction and nowhere to go,
His God gives him no hopeful sign,
These are times meant to define,
Lives of the peasants down below.
A crap shoot in every single move,
Knowing the next could be his last,
He has worn soles off of his shoes,
Walking barefoot in shards of glass,
And the razor wire he walks through,
Is just a metaphor for his entire past.

A young girl lost in the desert sand,
Scorpions are the only thing close,
They will not kill any of her ghosts,
Or keep away the dark cloaked man.
If everything goes just as planned,
She’ll fly away when the wind blows,
And have what she needs the most,
The world in the palm of her hand.
She’s the most beautiful girl ever,
And she doesn’t even know it yet,
Since she deserves so much better,
Than any person she has ever met.
Her escape has to be now or never,
It’s the best chance she’ll ever get.

The young boy follows the sun down,
The girl walks with it over her back,
Opposites following the same track,
Until sand and snow share the ground.
They meet without making a sound,
A glass barrier between them cracks,
As they intertwine in each others paths,
Their destiny in life is finally found.
He closes his eyes and hugs her tight,
As their journeys both finish here,
She kisses him gently in the moonlight,
And watches her worries disappear,
He holds her and kisses her goodnight,
And no longer lives his life in fear.