nevertheless

there is no question that the night is long

with clouds unbroken in the sky above

we want to give slow-moving time a shove

with urgent purpose we await new song

this calendar that warns of winter's wrong

our hearts demand the springtime morning dove

return of flowers reawoken love

days may be cold but hope is very strong

all that we know is how much each must rue

those painful stories of a different map

on which new facts and new lines would be writ

but now we find that not a thing was true

each noble tale  has turned out to be crap

and we need help to get out of the shit