Words disappear Words once so clear Only echoes, pa**ing through the night The lines on my face Your fingers once traced Fading reflection of what was Thoughts rearrange Familiar, now strange All my schemes, drifting on the wind Spring brings the rain With Winter comes pain Every season has an end I'll try, to see through the skies But the clouds were red, blocking out the sun The sun Thoughts rearrange Familiar now strange All my schemes, drifting on the wind Spring brings the rain With Winter comes pain Every season has an end There's an end There's an end There's an end There's an end...