Snow falls softly all around.
And it disappears when it hits the ground.
The days grow shorter,
There's a hopeful breeze.
As dark turns light,
The oceans unfreeze.
Now we march footprints in the snow.
We don't march to the beat that everybody knows.
We march footprints to show the way home.
Everybody follow.
Don't take that life for granted.
You don't understand it.
That when it's gone it's gone.
It's gone.
Just raise your hands up higher,
Forge your path in fire.
Way up past the sky
You're
Reaching for the sun.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC
Snow falls softly all around.
And it disappears when it hits the ground.
The days grow shorter,
There's a hopeful breeze.
As dark turns light,
The oceans unfreeze.
Now we march footprints in the snow.
We don't march to the beat that everybody knows.
We march footprints to show the way home.
Everybody follow.
Don't take that life for granted.
You don't understand it.
That when it's gone it's gone.
It's gone.
Just raise your hands up higher,
Forge your path in fire.
Way up past the sky
You're
Reaching for the sun.
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