There  comes  a  time  when  we  will  be  tried,
When our coats are sopping wet,
And  our  brains  are  fried,
Our shoelaces swishing through a puddle as we fret,

Needles  pricking  already  damp  cheeks,
Our lips slipping across cracked lips,
Time  running faster,  days  suddenly  weeks,
As frost always seems to be giving harsh nips, 

Through  all  that  agony, 
We must persevere, 
It  is  not  long  until  we  be  free,
No longer how severe.