Standing on ice
wearing nothing but shorts
Life is so cold
when you're out in the snow
not the sleet nor the rain
not the sun nor the clouds
Life's absent of pain
when your heart beats too loud
and yea we were standing
when the snow plow came by
found ourselves silent
when the wind asked us why
"why must you protest?
I do nothing but serve you
and you fight with no rest."
to which we quietly replied,
"because we chose to be served
not enslaved."
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