The hardest things, are the easiest things to give up on..
The simplest things, are the hardest things to prioritize..
You let go, I hold on, I let go, and you hold on..
You see, there's a pattern in things that are meant to be..
Whether it's in the dark shadows or in the lightest of em all..
We shine through the rough tides..
We weren't supposed to make it this far..
We were supposed to just get ahead of ourselves, and let life fail us both..
Instead we took life, and strangled it, until it gave is what we deserved..
We are what we deserved, from the moment of our births we were destined to match up..
Two titans clashing with shields and swords..
We dance above the clouds, demanding weather to change..
Black seasons are a moment, but happiness, will never age..
Young old souls caught between the lines of love..
Fight for that one, that one that separates herself from all..
The one that holds morals high, her honesty creates life In other planets..
Doing her life, juggling me and mine, how does she manage..
A thoughtful creature from the beautiful depths of the sea..
A black magic woman, with skin tone that'll cure any disease..

Black Seasons...