They sing in the sky
They drum on the land
Powering through the mightiest mountain
Gliding through the silent trees
Everywhere you can hear the chime
Anytime it will be on your mind
You stop and wait, waiting for the music
But its already there
As the winds of the music
The snow so thick and treacherous to the weak
I am the last one to seek
I travel alone, far from my home
With only the white wolves to keep me company
They don’t accept me as their own
But they smell it, my determination to live
So I travel the snowy road
So far away from my home
They blow in the wind
They soar in the skies
Slowly forgotten with time
You try to remember
That one piece of your life in the past
But its forgotten
Forgotten due to the length of time
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