The winter sounds of silence from the newly formed snow,
Can’t hear my screaming and my plight has grown old.
For the days of coldness are upon my life,
And the sound of blindness controls my strife.
Whisking away the thoughts down deep,
While crying to the Lord my soul He’ll keep.
I lay my soul down and try not to wake,
Yet every morning the sun shines through tampering my faith.
Time for the end I want to move along,
I am done in this life and will drown in my song.
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