The current state of things leaves my feet numb.
How much longer must we walk.
Through endless snow.
My vision gets blurred.
Until this whiteout blinds me.
But I, I will walk by faith.
These dark clouds remain from ages past.
A fire burns within. My only warmth.
I can see my breath uttering words of hope.
Glimpses of the sun penetrate in me.
Artist: Fairport Convention
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