The flag on your mailbox
is trapped by the snow
from plowing the highway
of nowhere to go
These roads we once traveled
We thought we were free
Until the slow winter came
And forced us to see
These icy conditions
Are slowing us down
still we must travel
Get out of this town
Or should we just pause
Stay warm in our hovel
And dig our flags free
Shovel by shovel
This flag in the snow
This symbol of doubt
This star spangled hope S
oon enough will come out
It’s been through the wars
It’s flown high and low
It’s certain to rise
Back out of this snow
Here comes the sun
And I say it’s alright?
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