It's One Breath Out by Liam Singer.

Hear me now in storm and stress I've followed 15 paths to grace on each I am the oak she is the pine.

I spent three nights awake beside a read, Neither slept nor spoke or touched,

And never could I know as each one cast

That the last would be the last

While the wind blows bright and bitter

Through the amber leaves of winter

They break their brittle backs across her bow

Just one breath out and the world grows colder

Fight the war

But not the soldier

And one hand moves to protect the other now

But we're falling anyhow.

I said we say it once a while past the

BC in once the God

Past the thousands of cases

that they had come

Fast the millions of fighters

battles

and the world

and the forest

and brought the sun.

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