Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Wisdom Of Snow, artist - Trans-Siberian Orchestra.
Date of issue: 11.10.2004
Song language: English
The Wisdom Of Snow |
Now why this man’s soul was bleeding |
The angel had to understand |
So invisible, he stood by him |
And then gently touched his hand |
Which caused the man to stand there still |
Despite the winter’s cold |
And while he stood there in that trance |
The angel read his soul |
It seemed the man was not always like |
The man he had become |
And that angel wondered how that change had happened |
And when it had begun |
The man had been born to a kind and religious family |
And raised in the midwest |
And all throughout his childhood |
This man, clearly, had been blessed |
He grew up believing, among other things |
Man was made in the image of god |
He went to school, observed all rules |
While working very hard |
He had always tried to help others |
Excelled at nearly every task |
And when he’d graduated high school |
Of course, he was the first one in his class |
And in his eighteenth summer |
When it was time for him to leave |
He had offers from several colleges |
All of them ivy league |
And at college in all his studies |
He always received straight «a"s |
And when he tried his hand in theater |
He got the lead in the senior play |
It appeared to nearly everyone |
There was no talent that he lacked |
And for three years on the football team |
He was, the star quarterback |
And there he also met the girl |
Who did become his wife |
With her, his world was now complete |
He had the perfect life |
When they had graduated college |
They were wed in a ceremony quite grand |
Then they moved to new york |
In a dream they seemed caught |
Where all had been perfectly planned |
She decorated their park avenue apartment |
In a 1920's art-deco style |
And six months after they had moved in |
She told him, they would soon be having a child |
And after their first ultrasound |
He knew they were having a son |
Their lives could not have been better |
And they had only just begun |
Together they arrived early at the hospital |
On the delivery date |
The father was taking no chances |
And did not want to risk being late |
But while waiting outside the delivery room |
He could tell that something was going wrong |
For too many doctors were rushing in |
With none coming out for too long |
When her own doctor finally came out |
With several nurses at his side |
He said that his wife had started hemorrhaging |
And despite their best efforts, she died |
Then in an effort to console him |
A nurse gave him his newborn to hold |
But from the way the child felt limp in his arms |
He knew there was still more bad news to be told |
The doctor then gave the prognosis |
As gently as anyone could |
But before he could finish explaining |
The father only too well understood |
The child had been cut off from oxygen |
For minutes, which is far too long |
The damage was now irreversible |
His brain permanently malformed |
He’d never hold a job |
Learn to read or ever talk |
And it would be a miracle |
If the child even learned how to walk |
And with those words the father felt |
His entire world falling apart |
And he stumbled for the words to express |
The tearing inside of his heart |
He cried out, why did god have to take her |
While she was still so young |
And then as if to cut him deeper |
Leave this thing here as his son |
«please explain to me god’s wisdom |
How could he decide |
To take from me my precious wife |
While leaving this alive |
There is no reason for this life |
Why does he even exist |
And if he had never been born |
There is no way he’d have ever been missed |
If man is made in god’s image |
Then something here is surely amiss |
For there is nothing of god |
Nothing of god |
Nothing of god |
Nothing of god |
Nothing of god in this" |
And then he asked for the child |
To be placed in a state run home |
And after he had signed the papers |
He walked into that night alone |
And in this world he found unkind |
He built a wall around his mind |
And every year he’d add new parts |
Until it had also enclosed his heart |
He kept his job and paid his debts |
As he slowly became a silhouette |
Of a man walking among the tombs |
While living his life within his wounds |
He distanced himself from all his friends |
Even his sisters and brothers |
And as time it went by, he developed his eyes |
So they could only see the flaws in others |
With this final glimpse, the angel stepped away |
And the man shook himself out of his trance |
Then continued his walk back towards his home |
And few would have given his soul half of a chance |
And the angel himself felt helpless |
As he watched that old man there |
So he did what even humans do |
And he quickly said a prayer |
And as the prayer flew to his lord |
The angel did decide |
To carefully follow the old man |
And stay closely by his side |
For on this night can one deny |
The gift of a more sympathetic eye |
To cast upon our fellow man |
And on this night to understand |
The frailty of childhood dreams |
Like fireflies over summer streams |
And if one dared to remove time’s veil |
Could one retrace those childhood trails? |
But whispers in the winter’s wind |
Told of rescued dreams, forgiven sins |
And who among us shall be deemed |
To rescue some forgotten dream? |
So on this night of christmas eve |
As once again the spirits weave |
Its snowswept dreams and colored lights |
With bits of magic into each life |
And as the snow comes gently down |
Its soul intent to reach the ground |
To cover scars the world still feels |
Perhaps to give them time to heal |
For as men invest in money |
And professors in what they know |
God invests in mercy |
Like winter invests in snow |