As snowflakes descending to whiten the landscape
Reminding the hardship of ancestral survive
The bitterness of cold, with resources deprive
Without any comfort but helped the country's shape

Bundled up to the church, listening to the prayers
With the twelve kids in tow, and another on way
Being the good Christians, regardless of the pay
As the small wooden house, holds limitless arm chairs

Joyous spirit of old, welcoming the neighbors
For the songs and the games, for collaboration
As the coldness in air, warmest hearts donation

Where has all the love gone? Where are all the favors?
Have we built our walls tall to avoid the conflicts
Reserve ourselves in homes in the warmth of our bricks