ice locked the people's hearts, and made them old.
I walked the waters' depths and played my mind.
the winds came gently, several heads became one.
In the summertime, though August people sneered
we were at peace, and we cheered.
We walked along, sometimes hand in hand,
between the thin lines, marking sea and sand;
smiling very peacefully,
we began to notice that we could be free,
and we moved together
to the West.
West is where all days will someday end;