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I cannot see where I must put my foot,
And paths that I might take all must be long
The blackened trees all stand encased in soot.
Wide open fields before me sprawl and roll
What once had life is now just black and cold
It breathed and grew but now it lacks a soul -
Forsaken things; God has released His hold.
These paths will soon be covered in white snow,
For blackened, burned-out scenes can't always last
Snow covers ugliness that will not go
And far away the memories we'll cast.
I walk along this open, hopeful path
And leave behind the ugliness of wrath.