Winter's Containment
Winter’s containment has not a hold.
I must go on. I must trudge ahead.
Though, snowy prison surrounds my soul,
It will not prevail, not leave me dead.
I must go on. I must trudge ahead.
My family, they wait for me to show.
It will not prevail, not leave me dead.
I will come home alive, that I know.
My family, they wait for me to show.
They’re all I think of when thoughts are clear.
I will come home alive, that I know.
I will embrace, all those I hold dear.
They’re all I think of when thoughts are clear.
Though, snowy prison surrounds my soul,
I will embrace all those I hold dear,
Winter’s containment has not a hold.
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