snow blind

Written by: john tanaskow

close the door
turn the heat up high
you'll still be cold
it's minus thirty-five 

the wind is blowing
the snows up to the knee
put on your coat
your still going to freeze 

the snows is falling
it hard to breathe
we call it a blizzard
it's getting hard to see

in the morning
you can see your breath
grab your shovel to
clean mother natures gift

a clean sheet of white
reflecting the midday's sun
as you step inside 
you realize your...

snow blind