I cry, I cry, I flail and moan,
This bitter winter is all I've known,
Trapped in a moment, trapped in a storm,
Trapped in a constant and a search for the warm,
No I will not crumble to the chatter,
Why should it matter?
For time goes on and time will tick,
Time is failing and there's the trick,
For running to parallel winds will never,
Lead to the promised or make it better,
There's snow to fall and trouble to make,
A flake to take and a snake to bait,
A time for death and a time to wait,
Now hush your doubts it is time to wake.