I lay helpless, watching the snow slowly melt, numbing my cold frozen hands
Wind howling in my ear, I tell myself this is it
Not even enough energy to make a snow angel
As days pass, I send off my last prayer,
Only to wake up in a field of flowers
I look around, confused
To find my old dogs run over and lick my face
My grandmother holds my hand, whispering all is OK now
This is my new life
Don't take yours for granted
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