Maybe it's too late
To throw the stones
The window's closed
The time's too soon

And at the end
of our labor's lost
What awaits us,
But winter frost?

Crushed hope now
A mangled song
Bleeding martyrs
For a dying cause

The sun shines still
And rises too
Yet darkness envelopes
The morning dew

Soon we might see
The birth of spring
And out from our bonds
Our souls will sing

Falling rain, hard as stones
Tearing flesh, grinding bones
Through the darkness
Concealing all
Through the winter
And bitter gall
Through it all, we still fight
Still we await
The dawn
of our lives