Path of the Weakening - Deeds of Flesh

Struggling up the hill

Stuck and trapped

Searching for a new life

Crossing unknown land

During winter

Unable to move

Until the spring

We’ll die by then

The snow must melt

Trepidation starts

When the food runs out

The forlorn hope was formed

Elderly people sacrificed thenselves

To find help or become food

For the starving

Fot the young

They drew sticks to see who would

Get eaten first

And who would

Challenge the cold

To find help

A courageous art

As the others

Are they cried

The ultimate sacrifice

Has now begun

Staring death in the face

The paradise so longed for

Has imprisoned the illfated journey

In a frozen tomb

We’ll die by then

The snow must melt

Trepidation starts

When the food runs out

Elderly people sacrificed thenselves

To find help or become food

For the starving

Fot the young

We’ll die by then

The snow must melt

Trepidation starts

When the food runs out