• I think of my dad as I march on.
    My legs tremble beneath me as I'm forced to run.
    My father lying in the snow dead.
    And I'm forced to leave him behind.

    I try not to cry out as I run on.
    But I feel as though theres no more life to live for me.
    My father is gone.
    He was the only one,
    The only reason why I lived on but now I feel as though theres not a reason for me to go on.

    I start to slow my pace as the other prisoners pass by and I fall onto the ground where the snow lies.
    Once I was on the ground the last thing I remeber was the white snow and the sound of the shot from the gun and the bullet that had just pierced my body.

    Then I was gone.
    I herd the sound of my dads voice as I entered the holy place.