There was a man
He was always alone
All he ever had,
Was the cold and the snow

He always wondered
Where was his saviour
To come and rescue him,
Away from heaven's weird behaviour

Where are his loved ones
You may ask,
But the people that abandoned him,
Were a thing of the past

In a corner by himself,
Always he thought,
Where was the wealth
That he always got.

And here he lies,
Alone in the snow
Covered up and buried,
He will never feel cold.

The solitary life has just ended,
The beginning of the end.
Another life for the soul,
Who once was called a man.