The ground is cold
where they sleep.
The shadows own their souls.
Men and women with no place to go.
Misfortune has come upon them.
I have seen the tears in their eyes,
and I know their pain.
Another zombie freezes and dies.
When will we stop this madness?
Coldness won their frames.
They will never move again.
Too many die this way.
Please help us help them!
Searching for shelter before dark comes,
just another daily routine.
Dreaming of the day when they're back on their feet.
Unfortunately, some will dream on forever,
feeling less upon each day,
walking the same beat,
beggin' their lives away.
Please help provide a chance.