• When in the Spring, all was as fresh as the rain and as warm as the sun.

    In each other's arms and embrace - we would run and race.

    Love bloomed, its pollen all over the place


    Then in the Summer, with days all so long, we sang our lazy songs.

    About the heat of life and the passion of love.

    Never a doubt in us that we could make it all last.


    Fall came for us all along.

    Things changed, and it all went wrong.

    The green and blues turned orange and red.

    A sea of fiery colors had convinced love was dead.


    In the bitter snows of Winter, all alone in the gray.

    I stop and kneel down in the cold.

    I thought we'd be stronger than this.