The snow drifts into hills of white.
The imprints of his lonely plight
Lie deep beneath the fallen snow,
Lost to all but those who know
The truths that spurred this venture forth
From warmer pasts to its present course,
The words, the deeds, the thoughts untold -
The love that lost to a heart too bold.
Reflecting Haget Afe starless
night,
The snow conceals the pain, the fight
That led him to this desolate place
Where only memories can trace
The path he followed, now obscured
By snowfall deep and winds that roared.
But still he carries on, alone
In search of solace, not yet known.
The snow drifts on, a silent shroud
For one whose heart is lost in crowd.