The Season Within Verse 1 Someone once told me, "Feelings are the weather, Changing with the morning sky." "Mood is just the season, Where those little storms survive." I smiled at every sentence, But something wasn't right... Like an old forgotten recipe Missing one last light. Verse 2 Morning turned my soul around, Full, then empty all the same. Every breath a different hunger, Every heartbeat called my name. Medicine kept knocking On a door it couldn't find— The wound was never in my body, It was hidden in my mind. Chorus I wasn't falling... I was changing, Leaves were writing on my skin. Summer softly closed behind me, Autumn whispered from within. If the years must steal my footsteps, They will never steal my flame. I'll keep turning life to verses, Till the seasons know my name. Verse 3 Evening wrapped the garden With gentle hands of air. Silence spoke much louder Than every shouted prayer. Then the truth arrived so quietly, Like dawn without a sound: My spirit crossed a border No map had ever found. Bridge Youth was never meant forever, Neither roses nor the rain. But every fading color Can become a song again. So I held the old bench tighter, Not from fear of growing old— I was holding to tomorrow, With a heart that still was bold. Final Chorus I wasn't breaking... I was blooming, In another kind of spring. Every wrinkle, every memory Gave my silent soul a wing. When the world counts years like numbers, I'll count stories left to write. I'll fill my pockets up with poems, And walk into the night. Outro The weather changes every morning... The seasons change the soul. As long as words are growing in me, I'll never grow too old.
