It snowed the day we died - Copyright (c) 4/18/08 by Dan Sharpe.

It snowed the day we died,
and people almost cried,
and a brave few even tried,
to hold their fears inside.

But the love of this world
is harsh, and bitter, cold.
Like a moonless winter's night,
it's frost hides all from sight.

Love is nowhere to be found,
in the frozen, solid, ground,
and as the people gather round,
hope is laid into the ground.

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