And yet, with Summer come and gone,
Winter casts its desolate shadow too soon;
Who knew Death to be so beautiful
and placid
(shamefully so).
Who knew Death to be so bold
and impartial
(willfully so).
Who knew Death to be so cold
and cunning
(painfully so).
And so, with each a shadow cast,
Winter - I’ll find within
Something to end my desolate shadow too.

So keep your distance from denial
We’ll bury it in sand

Keep your face in all its grace
Not buried in your hands

Do not linger on regret
You’re blacking out the truth

Do so love me with forget
To keep you in your youth

Forgive me; forgive yourself
You’ll feel it’s good to choose

Forgive it just a little
It helps distinguish you

Yesterday I saw you smile
I keep it with me now

So let me know when you’re not well
I’ll bring it back somehow