we carry on

The air is cold the wind is still

there's ice on every windowsill

the dogs won't lie down in the grass

it's early but the sun has passed

the men come in and hap'ly say

"I think I saw the sun today"

But in their hearts a weight of stones

and subtle poison in their bones

has started spreading to the skin

slow stretching out their tempers thin

Their blood is thin their breath is frost

and as the sun sets hope is lost.

Like children tuging arms and sleeves

we beg and plead for soft reprieve

the air is cold and hopes are low,

deep buried in the fallen snow

beneath the ice beneath the ground

beside the worms where dead sleep sound

But soon the sun shall shine upon

the places where all hope had gone

and knowing that it won't be long

we carry on
we carry on.