Entombed in snow the shoot still seeks the sun

Entombed in snow the shoot still seeks the sun,
Although it never felt its soft caress.
And thus the plot of winter is undone.

Though dark may be the shadow of the gun
And broken bodies quickly acquiesce,
Entombed in snow the shoot still seeks the sun.

Imprisoned Alpine streams in springtime run
With playful bounds not shackles of distress
And thus the plot of winter is undone.

And still the ropes of tyranny are spun
By those whose fingers blister to oppress.
Entombed in snow the shoot still seeks the sun.

Seek out the light, for even where there’s none,
A distant star will somewhere phosphoresce
And thus the plot of winter is undone.

Each dawning is a battle bravely won.
Tradition never guaranteed success.
Entombed in snow the shoot still seeks the sun
And thus the plot of winter is undone.