Journey through the forest
under the boughs of snow covered trees
black and burning, all look the same
as snow and ash collide, battling for winter
I am blinded and carried away
by currents, water of melted ice
slipping by hunters and their prey
If the hunters keep the angels fighting
will they come for me, rescue me
as I get swept away from these things
this dream I hold to, this hope I cling to?
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