| Seasons |
|---|
| Summer’s gone |
| It could not stay |
| It ran it’s path |
| It’s yesterday |
| Like a moment’s fire |
| That lost it’s burn |
| It fade it fast |
| And won’t return |
| So I walk on |
| And make my memories |
| And hope is not gone |
| Because I still believe |
| There’s a reason for passing time |
| These are the seasons of my life |
| I’ve long for spring |
| And the winter’s cold |
| I felt the sing |
| Of the unknow |
| My frozen heart |
| Held me bound |
| Until the time |
| It turn around |
| So I walk on |
| And make my memories |
| And hope’s not gonne |
| Because I still believe |
| There’s a reason for passing time |
| This are the seasons of my life |
| There more I live |
| Then more I grows |
| No more than this is |
| Is all I know |
| For time as run |
| But I don’t mind |
| For life’s begone |
| Once more inside |
| So I walk on |
| And make my memories |
| And hope’s not gonne |
| Because I still believe |
| There’s a reason for passing time |
| These are the seasons of my life |
