When the Winter Broke
After the age of sleep and death,
the Lion laid down and exhaled his breath.
From it came life and heat,
and up rose the children to their marching feet.
The land became awake once more,
chasing away the terrible winter storm.
the forests bloomed
as summer rain boomed.
the sun came out and washed away the rain,
restoring Man from long frozen pain.
I can not say what it was like that day,
but i can still hear them pray.
"The Winter broke and life is regained, now our tomorrows will never be stained."
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