Four Seasons - Wardrum

The summer lives in the shores of distant islands

Your face unlined in memories unperished

And through misleading delusions long cherished

Your voice will flicker once again on my lit candle

The fall came early your destiny was written

It seemed you saw fate looming at a distance

There was no tragedy occurred, no other instance

Only your eyes descended into darkness

The winter starts to melt but deep inside

It seems no faith will spring above this sorrow

The nights are long, the days are grey

No signs of hope shall reign

The spring felt strange as the days grew slightly longer

The sharpest contrast was me, it’s more than certain

As I stood watching alone behind the curtain

The heartache deep into my chest was growing stronger

The winter starts to melt but deep inside

It seems no faith will spring above this sorrow

The nights are long, the days are grey

No signs of hope shall reign

The morning breeze blows into my hair

Tall trees towering over me

And life once more she wears

That weary smile on her face

The winter starts to melt but deep inside

It seems no faith will spring above this sorrow

The nights are long, the days are grey

No signs of hope shall reign

And as the years go by, I realize

No faith will ever spring above this sorrow

The nights are long, the days are grey

No signs of hope shall reign