This is our winter of such contempt

For the rules our governments bring

Ignorance of the facts, perhaps

Or from a different hymn sheet they sing

Loved ones estranged for safetys sake

A pandemic that knows no choice

Rich man, poor man, beggar or thief

Supplication  in a collective voice

Do the sins of our past lie behind us?

Per chance a bright future has now begun

Faith and prayers seemed futile then

Hope, the redemption for everyone

But time will heal and we will endure

A cure is at hand it would seem

And remember within these darkest of  days

We still have the right to dream