The Many Seasons
Spring turns to summer and summer turns to fall
And I'm still by the phone waiting for your call.
You opened the garden of love to me deep within your heart
But my cynical exploisive side brutally teared us apart
I never knew I could feel like this
Your warm smile I dreadfully miss.
I realize now the dangerous game I played
I realize now our love I should have saved
Now fall turns to winter and winter turns back to spring
Rivers begin to rush again and birds begin to sing
While flowers begin to bloom again and clouds slowly fade away
I look into my heart and realize I love you is what I must finally say
I love you and I hope that in your heart buried beneath the winter snow
The sun will finally shine again and melt it with it's gentle glow
