You are the way that you are
it's nothing you can change
there is no other heart
to hold your fabled name
in changes ebbs and flows
we find our sacred space
hold on to the milk of your eyes
and let your pupils break
Spring gives way to Summer
and Summer offers Autumn
then Fall concedes to Winter till we start over
the wind will be your patron
the ice will hold your promise
now call upon your beautiful decaying song
the warmth of sun and mercy
do not compose your grace
the tenderness of winter
is set by the hands of death
so let your blood run cold
and brew a ruthless aim
steady your lips and arms
so you don't mistake your reign
Spring gives way to Summer
and Summer offers Autumn
then Fall concedes to Winter till we start over
the wind will be your patron
the ice will hold your promise
now call upon your beautiful decaying song
