It happens to us all
Seasons in our lives will change,
like summer to fall
Emulating a revolving door,
as one makes an exit
there's the expectation of more
This wind, it's no friend of mine
Once whispers of promise
now send shivers down my spine
Instinct tells us to fight, so plead my case I must
One final appeal
to bring renewal from scattered ashes and dust
But what will be is not the same
Reduced to my knees, I now know
I've only myself to blame |