As he looks out side and watches the snow fall.
He wonders if it was worth it all.
He watches the people going about their busy work.
And wonders do they even care about how much their worth?
He sighs, and wonders will they know he loves them?
…Will they know he died for them?
Do they care that he was on a cross a nailed there for all they had done?
Do they care he paid the price for something he had never done.
The tears fall down his face, as people stop believing, or never began believing.
All he does now is give comfort to those believe, and waits for those who don't, to find him one day.