Frozen (A Song For Burton Winters)
This is a song I wrote for Burton Winters, a 14 year old boy from Makkovik, Labrador. After getting lost in a blizzard on his snowmobile, search and rescue refused to go and look for him. Please share his story
Newfie Boy was born and raised in the small town of Shallop Cove, on the west coast of newfoundland.
Story behind the song
This is a song I wrote for Burton Winters, a 14 year old boy from Makkovik, Labrador. After getting lost in a blizzard on his snowmobile, search and rescue refused to go and look for him. Please share his story
Lyrics
It started out, just like any other day/
he put his clothes on, finished breakfast, and he went on his way/
unaware of his fate, or what lied in store/
On January 29th, in Makkovik, Labrador/
Burton Winters was his name, he was just 14 years old/
it's sad to say it, but they left dat boy out in da cold/
let's take it back, to when the tragedy began/
he just finished droppin off his cousin at his nan's/
after that, no one's sure what he was doin'/
Did he know that a winter storm was quickly brewin' ?/
somewhere along the way home, Burton missed a crucial turn/
and amongst his friends and family there grew a great concern/
his snowmobile got stuck, darkness fell, he couldn't see/
" Oh Where is my rescue" ? Was his cryin plea/
"Burton, were coming", just a dream inside his head/
still can't beleive that they left dat boy for dead/
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God, I can't imagine what he went through/
waiting for military, & the search and rescue/
so many excuses, say they were followin' protocol/
what they were doin, was leavin a native son to fall/
he had but one chance, it was well within Reach/
but with neglection, came a lesson, what did it teach?/
That through the prism of Grief, all memories are Gold/
Remember his story, and let it be told/
For 11 weary miles, he pressed on through the pain/
In hopes he'd see his dog, and family again/
who knows how long, he pushed on past his fears/
hoping that someting, ...... familiar soon appears/
No Cry Of Wolf, and no way to know/
the emmense cold feeling, out there in the snow/
and if I could make, one final request/
he started this journey, now lets walk the rest/
mr stephen harper, kathy dunderdale
how many calls would it have took if it was ur child out there..
what makes one life less valuable than the next, explain that to us
