In the face of death
She wondered why the air
Was so silent—where was the music?
Of the herald angels singing
And the beckoning of loved ones lost.

In the face of death
She wondered why the sky
Was so dark—where was the light?
Of glorious sunshine
And the fire of the gods

In the face of death
She wondered why her soul
Was so thin—where was the love?
Of friends so-called
And the arms of forgotten family

In the face of death
She knew
There was no music, or angels singing
There was no light, or godly fire
There was no love, or friends so-called
But there was stillness
And endless snow