In the world of raging wolves
In the tin forest where the trees are shivering
In the battle of unforeseen consequences
I raise no white handkerchief in surrender
In dreams I am braver than I am on earth
I catch the sunray and all the colors are mine
Through an endless prism my song unwinds
And I am free
But in a world of raging wolves
In the tin forest where the trees are shivering
God in Heaven, where would I be
Who would I be without Thee.
mary angela douglas 12 march 2024
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