Do you think the snow knows that it leaves behind a world with room to grow?
Or when the sun dips low, it gives the moon a chance to glow?
Why do you think the sky cries?
Through its tears, it brings forth greener life.
Or when it cries, does it even know?

We never notice all the green around us until the season has passed.
We never long for the world to slow down until it goes way too fast.
If everything played a greater part in a fate we will never meet,

Is my destiny to fade away, have a goal I will never reach?
Am I incomplete?
Do you think the stars know that they’re seen from so far down below,
Or when the warm wind blows, it tells the grass to grow?
And if a silence filled the air, do you think that anyone would even care?
Would they be aware,
Of the mounting snow?

We never listen for the songs around us until the sound is still,
We never see what our life is worth and perhaps we never will.
If everything played a grander part in a fate we’ll never meet,
I will not let my life slip away,
I will stand up on two feet,
And I will then be complete.