Rushing, rushing.

Frozen in ice.

Feeling the heat.

It would be nice.

The arctic blast.

The rough wind blows.

Chilling us all to our bones.

The sickness spreads.

Eating us alive.

Wishing for sunshine,

Miles wide.

Cannot breathe.

Cannot speak.

Wishing it was over.

Rushing, rushing.

Here we go again.

Winter repeats,

over and over.