Icicles grow before my eyes
As the cold wind cuts
Like a heartless lie
Deep are the furrows of thickening snow
Engulfing my existence wherever I roam
Blinded by the white I can no longer see
The ice in my heart now guiding me
And the storm rages on over the hill
The sun slowly dying from this endless chill
And how I wish summer were here
Those hot long days where woes disappear
Where the warmth and the light
Replenishes my soul
Oh stop your complaining there\'s just no pleasing some!