Seasons of life
Theta was here stuck in winter
while everyone else
was in the spring of their life
Adding to the rose of life another thorn
For we crave purpose because are souls are fleeting
Our heart and souls burn like endless summer
For we found our true existence and its fashion
And we the people stand proud and tall
Life is meaningless until you give it glory
Winter comes like a thief in the night
For we all do know we are on borrowed time
I present to you the seasons of life