When the season starts to fade The spirit of spring awakes Consolation is finally made All that is old eventually breaks With this new trend The Earth gives us a new start But this too will end With the drifting of my heart The light gives peace of mind But in the depths of the dark We follow our souls to find The arrow that missed its mark In the final hour Your love fades like a flower
we are all outcasts no matter how much we fit in we are wandering souls looking for mates but never finding one cause at the end of the day we are all just souls lonely souls whose mission is to develop the earth