The bed is warm and the dream is so good
I don’t want to wake up, but I should…
It’s 9 o’clock and, oh, that breeze!
Until I reach the bathroom I’ll sure freeze.
You fight with winter since you open your eyes.
You cannot escape her; she never dies.
At least that my impression after one week
Of fatigue, cold and having a body so weak.
It’s raining, it’s snowing, who keeps track?
I just want that warm summer to come back!
I need to understand that this is life.
Yeah right! Tell that to those who play the fife.
I’m not a soldier, although I like to think I am.
I do have a battle to fight that’s not a sham.
However, sometimes I do wonder
If this is real life or it’s just anger.
In the winter time you can get gloomy very fast.
In summer you can be happy and it lasts.
In the end I guess it’s just a vicious drive around.
You cannot get to the surface without getting drowned.
Pain is followed by relief, happiness by sorrow.
It doesn’t matter where you point the arrow.
And even if you don’t like it and you feel a sting,
Remember that winter is always followed by spring.