"The day before it wasn't snowing.
After amber suns made our Earth now glowing.
The trees are strangers, leering, disapproving
In the ash of winter, are minds are now moving
My world, my life, my wandering path.
It seems not God, but man's own wrath.
I pray God's eyes may us once again,
Gaze upon us at our end.
We will rebuild, we will renew,
From a world of greed and lust that left so few.
Remind me that I am still his child.
And provide us with your mercy mild."
Bigger than we know.
Seems unrealistic the more we dig.
I've got some theories.
God bless you, Q team. I will be praying.