Cold as Ice

I feel the air brush against me feeling cold as Ice. Cold as Ice...

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I run, run away from my past
I feel tears rolling down my cheeks
I feel happy that I'm free at last
As I enter the forest I hear birds shrieks

I hear gun shots in the air
Wincing I cover my ears
I hear the moans of a bear
I see one, no, many deers

Past me by in a rush
As I go deeper in the woods
I accidentally step on a twig of a wood-rush
I hide behind a tree and notice some drift-woods

I follow the path which leads to a creek
It leads me to the source of water I seek
I feel the air brushing against me feeling cold as ice.

Cold as Ice...