Rivers freeze and  fields are  thick with frost

Steam rose like a cloud of raging  dust
I’d left a copper pan on a hotplate
Yet all around the  ground was  thick  with frost

I did,I did, I did,I must confess
But surely I don’t need to emigrate
Steam rose like a cloud of raging   dust

Some feel shame and some feel overstuffed
With guilt and horror,hot as fiery grates
Though all around the  ground is  thick  with frost

So we do not like to take a risk,
Look for work and find a loving mate
Sins hiss like  black clouds of raging   dust

The ruler of our soul has iron fists
We’re seldom free enough to navigate
Rivers freeze and  fields are  thick  with frost

Fear and terror can annihilate
Then rage comes by to further isolate
Steam rose like a cloud of raging ghosts
Dispel such vision with a cold,cold frost