Elsa: Mother, I am flipping through the past
Turning pages of a book to find you
Mother, I am lost
Mother, I am scared
Mother, I don't know what to do
What were bạn trying to say?
Must've written it down for a reason
Must've thought I'd find it someday

I feel this power surging through me every minute
Like a horse that's gone wild
Mother, bạn were here
Mother, bạn are gone
And bạn left behind a scared child
Can't sit around and cry
There's too much to lose
And I think that I've been được trao this power for a reason
And I need to know why

I seek the truth
What are bạn telling me?
I'm ready to hear
Can't go forward...