All around are skin and bones
Stifling along in dirt and snow
No warmth, no shelter and no home
Brought here by force and cast alone
Their families lost amidst the storm
Are they dead or alive? No one knows
What’s really become of these tortured souls?
Mistreated and harmed from their head to their toes
Doesn’t matter if they’re rich or old
Or famous with talents to behold
Their stories, their lives, and their pasts erode
Amidst the salvage as their blood runs cold