Duane Botzek

When the world
Ices over you
And stifles your voice
The walls of servitude is so thick
You still have a choice
Find an opening with a warm voice
Ice is only one degree of being moist
Just breathe

A door of latitude may not
Be open to you
But even this thick ice always cracks
So when lost or fighting icy attack
The warmth of the Light
Will bring your liberty back
Just breathe