Chasing the Light

The streets are quiet, the snow is deep. The world is

waking from a heavy sleep. I see a candle in the

window frame. Writing out a wish, calling out a name.

We walked a million miles to get this far. Guided by the

light of the northern star. And I feel it in my bones,

we are not alone. The clock is ticking down. Can you hear

the sound? And we run, we run into the open sky.

Leaving all the shadows of the past behind. Oh, this life is