Seasons

We should've known it'd come to this, this wonderous bliss
The times of joyous occasion soon turn to misery
But it's nature's reason to change, and leave the mystery
Maybe next season'll stay, with the warm spring breeze
Just lift everything away, the world, the grief
Bring me to a place, where ever happiness may be
Where the clean crisp air in the morning is good enough to eat
Somewhere far away from here, where I can finally breathe
But the climate will still change, with or without me
Thanking Her for the strength, and the path finally seen