Dying Seasons

Fire of summer Burns our pride Inside the pain of treason Our love has died The fall of voices Alone we cry Without the one to guide us Inside we die Ice of winter Cold and worn Within the heart of angels The love has gone The time of healing Growth, rebirth Outside the world will guide us The return to earth Seasons distant Unbalance flows For every dying whisper Speaks a tormented soul Eyes and ears that only know The memory of forgotten snow Eyes and ears that only breathe The disconnected ill belief