Winters icy grip has a way of making time stand still
The winter parade doesn't move the way the others do
The winter parade never sees shade, because the trees have all but died away
The winter parade has its own will
The ice encases you, even with the full power of the sun
As warm as you could ever feel
You realize only in the winter parade
How numb you've really become
So you let it all go and cast your freezing reel
You let your hair down and shout it out loud
But as proud as you could ever feel
You're still just another face, in another crowd
After the winter parade, when the snow begins to melt
Ignoring everything we just felt
We must drag our feet through the mud beneath
Back into the shady arms of Spring
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