The Absence of Seasons
Instead of seasons to my year, there are seasons to my dayInstead of four there’s only two, for two have gone away
The daytime is my spring, the winter comes at night
Spring makes me feel so much life, winter, dead inside
It’s in the spring that everything is budding and renewed
In the spring there is never time to do all there is to do
Such promise of adventure you awaken with each day
Only you know that night will fall and your dreams will slip away
The spring air makes you feel such warmth as you try to take it in
It is these times you can spread your wings and sail across the wind
Each passing moment goes down deep, down to your very soul
But just like every other day, returns the winter, returns the cold
There’s no better time of year than spring with it’s beauty all around
And there is no easy way to describe the beauty that I have found
I had closed my eyes and locked my doors to all there was to see
Never noticing just how deeply the winter was consuming me
The spring can make you see things you haven’t seen in o’ so long
The spring can make you feel things, feelings you thought were gone
Spring will make you reach deep inside where you will find your true self
Then you have to face winter, and you feel all alone, like there is no one else
Like many creatures do in winter, your soul begins to hibernate
You try to remember who you were but you sense it may be to late
You try to regain just a small piece, you search to find a way
Hoping and praying that you’ll be given just one more spring day
There is no way to control the seasons that we must go through
There is no way to stop time, though we try all we think to do
We plot and plan and try to find a way that it could be
Springtime every minute of the year, now that would set us free
Will I ever see four seasons again, this will only be proven with time
Will seasons ever mean years again, instead of days like it does with mine?
The daylight hours brings with it spring and a feeling that everything is right
But inevitably comes the winter and the darkness I feel, is not just the night
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