Snow is falling in lightning flash   In the morning we wake to thunder blasts   It's so mild the dogs march in, deflating circles   'Til the sun breaks in      I lost my journal but I'm certain that   A thief is after my most secret past   To broadcast in twilight my buzzing mind   Creates this nonsense turns my neglect into crime      My mother tried to keep the pace   With rush hour ladies who aren't afraid   To shoot their arrows at the good name   She built with cannons and subtle grace      Listen now to these sounds   All I have oh these sounds      Mother shoot those cannons off   Destroy this wicked place   The winter brings peculiar things   To thaw and leave no trace