He discover what he needs to know,

And continues stalking through the snow.

He follows quickly in advance,

Waiting not for Fate or Chance.

He senses something up ahead,

Decides it's time to go to bed.

He grasps the hands of those he knows,

And singles out the one he chose.

He finds that they don't understand,

They will not follow his command.

He kneels down on his knees to pray,

But they won't let him have his way.

He fights to save what may be done,

He can't give in or else they've won.

He strives to reach his final goal,

And finds he has no self control.

He struggles now in agony,

Until he is at long last free.

He does not want to live or die,

But answers When The Children Cry.