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Your storm rips through my braches
taring away the leaves, hope, from my arms
their stems which were once strong and green
become hallow and brown with your icey breath
Despite all my efforts to hold on
to keep my hope alive and young
the frost covers me, i become helpless to change
I use all my strength and courage
in a burst of brilliant color
in hopes to hold on to what will be lost
Hope blossoms again with these firey colors
tantalising warmth weaves through
the ominous days of the cold to come
Fortelling the inevatable end
of something that was once young and lovely
My colors linger, holding on to one last leaf
But the horizen is dark, your storm is coming
taring away the leaves, hope, from my arms
their stems which were once strong and green
become hallow and brown with your icey breath
Despite all my efforts to hold on
to keep my hope alive and young
the frost covers me, i become helpless to change
I use all my strength and courage
in a burst of brilliant color
in hopes to hold on to what will be lost
Hope blossoms again with these firey colors
tantalising warmth weaves through
the ominous days of the cold to come
Fortelling the inevatable end
of something that was once young and lovely
My colors linger, holding on to one last leaf
But the horizen is dark, your storm is coming