Winter of Discontent
Winter of Discontent
Winter is receding
Waltzing on its cold feet
Wiping scenic stage props
Will have to wait in queue
When autumn declares stop
Wondering what to do
Waiting these nine months long
Winter of discontent
Wiped away many lives
World crumpled with the weight
Wobbling on broken feet
Waving flags of remorse
Wantonly destroying
What is wanted by most
