“Not Afraid of Dying”
Verse 1
Under a sky that forgot how to shine,
Where the trees stand black and bare,
A young deer stumbles through the frost,
Through the iron-biting air.
Each breath a fragile, fleeting cloud,
Each step a fading sound,
Scarlet blossoms in the snow
Where trembling hooves touch ground.
Pre-Chorus
The dark is wide, the cold is deep,
The night has closed its door—
But the tears that fall from gentle eyes
Aren’t for the pain he bore.
Chorus
He’s not afraid of dying here
Where blood stains silver white,
He’s not afraid of closing eyes
Beneath the weight of night.
He weeps for spring he’ll never see,
For dawn he’ll never know,
For running wild through fields of green
Beyond this crimson snow.
Verse 2
He thinks of warmth in morning light,
Of rivers rushing clear,
Of soft green buds on slender limbs
When April’s breath draws near.
He hears the echo of his herd,
A distant, fading call,
And knows he’ll never feel again
The sun on him at all.
Pre-Chorus
The wind may steal his final breath,
The frost may claim his bones—
But sorrow floods his breaking heart
For all he’s leaving lone.
Chorus
He’s not afraid of dying here
Where blood stains silver white,
He’s not afraid of letting go
Into the frozen night.
He cries for summers yet to bloom,
For stars he won’t outlast,
For every gentle, golden day
Now swallowed by the past.
Bridge
If he could speak, he would not beg
For one more beating heart—
Just one more run through open fields
Before he must depart.
One more leap through dappled shade,
One more reckless race,
One more taste of tender grass,
Warm sun upon his face.
Final Chorus
He’s not afraid of dying now,
As darkness pulls him slow—
He’s only grieving all the life
He’ll never come to know.
And in the quiet, icy field
Where red meets falling snow,
A single tear for what he’s lost
Is all he lets it show.
