Timshel - Kina Grannis

Cold is the water

It freezes your already cold mind

Already cold, cold mind

Death is at your doorstep

It will steal your innocence

But it will not steal your substance

You are not alone in this

You are not alone in this

As brothers we will stand

And we will hold your hand, hold your hand

You are the mother

The mother of your baby child

The one to whom you gave life