A child who's eyes shone bright
Entered an unwanted fight
A friend who has lost his way
Watches as his life fades away
The two who both were mistaken
Have had their innocence taken

A teen who's eyes shone dark
Is ready to finally embark
A grave who has lost his role
Watches over the teen's soul
The two who met with calamity
Have held on to their amity

Summer, home to maturity.
We feel change and peace.
Fall, home to hope.
We feel amazed and proud.
Winter, home to renewal.
We feel love and redemption.
Spring, home to reflection.
We feel warmth and friendship.

Summer, home to failure.
We feel regret and disappointment.
Fall, home to loneliness.
We feel loss and forgotten.
Winter, home to decline.
We feel deprived and depressed.
Spring, home to death.
We feel old and despair.

Seasons tell more.
Or...do they?
Summer, home to reflection and loneliness.
Fall, home to maturity and decline.
Winter, home to hope and death.
Spring, home to renewal and failure.
Is that so?
Anything can happen, ya know.
That's your reality check of the day
That we live in now.