The seasons are in the midst of change
no one will exchange
something has taken over
just want a 4 leaf clover

A black wind has brushed my face
couldn't embrace
(roots) tug at my feet
You have me beat

I fight to stay alive
taking a downward dive
an infinite battle
its caused more than a rattle

This was not my choice
just hear my voice
a form of obtuse
I wont hang the noose