It\'s gonna be a cold winter
Too blind to see the snow
The wind will just keep laughing
Until it\'s time to go
It\'s gonna be so quiet soon
Save for the roar of storm
Nothing here will grow again
Each prophecy forlorn
It\'s gonna be a hot summer
This one will never end
One last sweet transition
Pulls us round the bend
Into our final breaths we go
Gulping in air like fish
In hopes the world will turn aface
To grant a single wish.