On a artic night, when the fish froze

Life itself became endlessly trapped in a hole

With only a few matches and some dried up sticks

The frigid wind found its way to the small spark I ignited

Before I could sense the warmth I felt the breeze throughout my body

I stood up searching for something to heat up my body

The darkness had already taken everything away

I cuddled myself hoping for a minute change in temperature

Nothing happen — I laid there in the hole into I felt sleepy

Once I woke up I felt the eternal light within my soul