SEASONED
there is always a time during a lonely
night,
that one tries to hide or one tries to fight.
there is always a place that holds one so dear,
that without its arms one would cower in fear.
but who is to say what drives ones courage,
is it anger or purpose? determined endurance?
but who is to say what burns in that furnace,
is it strength or weakness, that comes to the surface?
the answer may change one into another,
as the falls of winter spring into summer.
the answer is simple, and easy to see,
you bring the life back onto me.
