Dressed for the season, the meaning to life clears
Something far and something near, a feeling of hate,
something you hold dear
Listen to the wind calling your name, does it say it with
passion, would I fancy the same?
These are the seasons where the forgotten become bold, and
the hardened, and those pardoned
Start to catch the cold.
Here we are…still near and far, to our goals, our passions,
our prolonged thoughts, and our quick reactions.
What we feel is important, is reduced to fractions, and when
we used to lie in wait, we now are called to action.
Stand firm young child, this storm won’t last long. When you
stand, weather the sand, you’ll be known forever more.
Show the world why you were born, these seasons of hurt,
pain, and scorn are nothing compared to the faith you’ve worn.
I didn’t kill, destroy, or end you, all it did was bend you
to a new you. Full of character, delight, oh how you’ve grown, such a sight.
You have your father’s eyes, your mother’s hair, the
determination of a champion, I just stop and stare…
You’re amazing and I don’t even know you, the true you that
makes everything new. Your eyes so blue,
It could only be you. My secret dream, my most wanted
thing….how you make me sing with the melodies you bring.
