I look outside my window to a world frozen in ice.
I see it glistening, as we watch everything become enveloped,
Suffocating, we hold our breath, stuck in a vice.
Nature has a way of saying things twice,
Through a harsh winter, we slip down the glacial slope -
I look outside my window to a world frozen in ice.
The plants are dying, cries ring out, as life pays the steep price.
We hunker down, our roots digging in as we try to cope;
Suffocating, we hold our breath, stuck in a vice.
Helpless we scream in anger, in front of a world watching with weary eyes.
I cry for sunlight, something, someone, to throw us a seed of hope...
I look outside my window to a world frozen in ice.
We make ourselves blind, some to hide, and others believing wind with its lies,
leaving our country to hang itself with its own rope.
I look outside my window to a world frozen in ICE...
Suffocating, we hold our breath, stuck in a vice.
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