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The season dictates the way I write Through the troubles of the past, I resume The season brings forth inspiration on site Just as trials wither what's duly on bloom
The time it took reveals how long I waited Through the doubts of the dreams I wasted The time to live and a time to lie baited Just as idols rise to feel what I tasted
The forest has grown over the years of labor Through sweat and tears, I slave away The forest of my own, only now I savor Just as wishes raze those who will stay
The visage of the past shows what is left Through dark roads and dark justice, we bend The visage of the future should have been set Just as seams of the present we would rend
The best of the days spent like gifts to throw Through endless joys of faith and hardened toil The best of jubilee we took with no albeit sorrow Just as we vowed against the darkened soil
The season dictates the way I should feel Through burned bridges, I have yet to ensue The season brought forth daylight all to spill Just as time weathered all the roads back to you
