Through Falling, Falling Snow

As from my frozen window pane I looked upon that winter's day, The snow was drifting deep and crisp And skies were darkest grey, I did not wish to leave the warmth Of home but knew I had to go, And walk towards those factory gates Through falling, falling snow. I headed down those empty streets Within the early morning light, So hard each step I had to take Through all life's bitter spite, I longed to be back home again As freezing winds did cruelly blow, But headed to those factory gates Through falling, falling snow. I wondered where it all went wrong Those thoughts remained within my mind, As I did languish in the drifts My eyes were almost blind, I could not see the way before And yet the way I seemed to know, That led unto those factory gates Through falling, falling snow. And so towards that bleak estate Past houses that I knew so well, I thought that I would rather starve Than face that day of hell, I fought against my apathy But soon my tears began to flow, As then I saw those factory gates Through falling, falling snow.