I am at my lowest ebb
A thousand miles from home
The harshness of the cold
Drives the pain to my bones
With my family gone
There is no connection left
No friends from the motherland
And I am made truly bereft
As my memories drift
And transport me back in time
I long for the warm and spirited place
That I used to call mine
But I struggle to even remember
The things I used to regret
The cold has stripped away memory
And has made me forget
I am at my most pathetic self
My heart, frozen in my sleeve.
I ask the god of this country
For a timely reprieve
And the silence greets me back
Harsher than this infernal cold
(I can hear it)
“In this cursed land
Shall you grow old”
