Where the mud has frozen solid
And the leaves are turning golden
Out here, it’s just easier to breathe
It’s an ordeal to admit
There’s still ripples in these waters
After everything we’ve gathered
Peace just doesn’t come easy
But there’s no need to feel defeat
This ground we walk upon is sturdy
The clean air here is like therapy
For now, what more could we possibly need?
Our ideals will corrode
None of that matters anyway
We’re here now and I feel safe
Soon enough, we too can turn into gold
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