Bonnie is my best friend,
We are together every day...

The call is clear,
The emotion is divine...

Life isn't easy,
And I'm nearly beating myself to death...

Your support,
Is so very appreciated...

She was just a baby when he swept her away,
His experience was measured in years and hers was...

So cold, so dark,
No time left to make your mark...

It's fun and it's games,
Until the years begin to rearrange...

1st verse:
It's not a simple thing...

Stand up,
Be proud...

I love the cold,
The frozen wonderland of our great state...

An empty playground,
It is something akin to desperation...

Twas upon searching, that yet we remember:
Because 1942 will be etched in our minds forever...