The Forever Winter Seasons
Has it stopped snowing yet...emotional blizzards of tasteful defilement...when will it ever stop for me,
I need to know that a end is in sight...lively dances of sadness and a dj of painful sorrow...what a life to be,
I have yet to see a sunrise since 1642...violins and pianos still haunt touched the hearts of thousands around me,
I wonder if it's simply because of the depressing outlook on life for centuries to come...you winter rustic land.
Although the waves have already washed over the iced fields of redefining events...I feel like I can't drown anymore,
Torrid peace and strangled feats...cliff diving around every corner...the only hope being the Avalanche that will catch existence,
Meticulous to count all the money...winter crystals that form on the dollars edge...how many people died from this one dollar bill,
Hundreds of dollars later...the fallen angels bow their heads to contemplate the next steps every individual must take.
So what if you tamper with the winters coming storms...thousands more will indefinitely follow...there is no way to stop it,
Push on you storm of readiness...you flip of a dime depression...I will have no more of it...I need a new freedom,
Crows you sing your song at sunset...fly oh fly away...it's not right anymore...l need the storm to pass,
Snow find a new town...I will push on now...tulips are growing back now...the roses are budding...summer is about to become the new seasonal masterpiece.