Flipping through the pages of the
Seasons, changing every line,
Walking on the fields of lyme,
Blue sky and the hills I've got to climb.
Slowly coming closer,
To the door that great composer
Left it here to solve the poser right,
Open it and see what hides inside.
I know there's got to be much more, more than I see
Man that standing there, could that be me?
It's getting cold, as I look up
The sky is gray and clouds are dark
I bring my eyes right to the door
The fields are turning to the river shore
The things I feel is fear and woe
As cold as falling down light snow
Decision that I have to form
Turns summer breeze in to the winter storm
I know that I would see much more, more than I can
But I can never bee myself again
Step I'm taking forward to the
Space that leads me towards
I can see the only one I know
Voice that tells me I must carry on.
Memories that's flashing by
Beyond my eyes is tearing painfully
My heart that reminds me I'm apart
From the one I was right from the start
I see, the one that standed here, here all this time
And now you let me go from fields of lyme
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