The morn is grey and overcast
How long will this oppression last
There is a silence everywhere
One needs a blade to cut the air.
The sky above is masqued white
With not a bit of clear in sight
My skin is cool, I feel the chill
The world I live in is quite ill.
The tree limbs are all stark and bare
With ne’er a bit of life out there
No hint of green left any place
It makes me think we’ve lost the race !