Seasons turn, turn, turn;
In bursts and years, life ages;
Regrets burn, burn, burn
And all of life rages.

Suns and moons stay and fade;
Leaves grow to become dust;
Everything breaks that once was made;
Nature does what nature must.

Feelings change, they alter.
Even though truth doesn’t lie,
It, too, can falter, falter,
And can quietly die.

Fear makes things cling to stay:
Do love, though it may not survive;
There is always night after day,
Do try to keep one alive.

Mothers hate sons in time,
A Son cannot be a Daughter,
What is yours cannot be mine,
Not tears, not laughter.

No one learns, learns, learns,
You think you can change it all,
This thought yearns, yearns, yearns,
As faith’s empires fall.