With the aurora crossing our path
we\'ll fly with the moon ahead of us,
towards it\'s white light.
The moonshadows will fly below us,
like ghosts floating across the ground.

No destination,
No inclination towards reality.
the only thing which is real is the mortality.
The chance we might fall,
The possibilty of failure.
It doesn\'t exist though,
as one will catch the other if they fall.

We\'ll rely on each other,
and not take any notice of what they say,
because with the snow below us,
we\'ll have a soft landing,
with the sky above us,
we can only be winners,
and with the light ahead of us,
we\'ll be guided down life\'s difficult
and dangerous paths.