winter playground

in every snowball there's a solid stone
the shock you get is sudden pain not cold
and when you cry you find yourself alone

the gash in your arm's open to the bone
no one wants to hear the tale you've told
in every snowball there's a solid stone

only a baby has leave to bawl or moan
your temper and your anguish you must hold
and when you cry you find yourself alone

one moment laughing next in the twilight zone
that's how the rapid process will unfold
in every snowfall there's a solid stone

what you held certain now becomes unknown
that's quite a bill of goods you have been sold
and when you cry you find yourself alone

they all will laugh when you complain or groan
the villain is the one who gets the gold
in every snowfall there's a solid stone
and when you cry you find yourself alone