They walk
They don't really know where
They don't really know why
There is something
Something like a light... far far away
Something that burns their eyes
A hand on a cracked wall, to lead their steps
Each step is difficult with the cold body
Their movements are like a ghostly dance
The dance of a stupid insect thing
Seeing a light in the pale sky of the night

Maybe there is a light at the end of the tunnel
But no one can ever reach it