Seasons come, Seasons go, should it seem strange.
Your thoughts always on my mind, What has changed?
I am all alone like an empty soul.
No inspiration, fallen in a hole.
I don\'t have the answer,
Maybe I do?
Something I have done...
Have I upset you?
What is the question that needs to be raised?
Silence in the answer, am I deranged.
Hell in a handbag has come to the earth.
My Spirit is strong but weakened by dearth.
I\'ll never leave you, forsaking my way,
I\'ll will long for you,
What more can I say.