I've grown to love Sundays and the slow-paced reveries that come with them.
I've grown to love my home and the people in it.
I've grown to love the winter. But only at night.
I love how every tiny light reflects off the snow.
How the wind blows across my bare face, freezing my juvenile flesh.

Scream out, reach out, embrace
Embrace the season
Embrace the feeling
Embrace life, right?

I've grown to love my face.
I've grown and I've seen and I've felt.
I've lived and I've died and I've lived again.
Reborn.

I've hurt and I've been hurt.
I've loved and I've been loved.
I've followed and I've lead.

I've grown to realize that there can't be a beginning without an ending
And there can't be an ending without a beginning.
So take what you're given,
'Cause it's true what they say;
You never know what you have until it's gone.