Chilling, isn’t it just chilling
How the summer sun can freeze you
When the soul is unwilling.
Frightening, isn’t it just frightening
How a hot summers day
Can change to thunder and lightening.
Controlling, isn’t it controlling
When you’re out of your depth
And the waves keep on rolling.
Controlling, frightening and utterly chilling
Where is the hope, when the soul is unwilling ?
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