Once upon a dead time there was a home sweet home
In the land always fine stood my sun and my throne
But one day came the storm, my haven then was lost
Turned into a pale form, leaving nothing but vain dust
Wandering in the maze of every me's future
Telling me it's just a phase, 'can't go any further
No more physical ties, no door in front of me
I am trapped in my mind, will I ever be set free?
Yet all the world to be seen
Seasons passing by and still one thing is for sure
There is nothing that is acquired forever
The leaves of your tree will always end up falling
It is yours to know that the cycle is spinning
Flowers were forgotten, tracks were lost in the snow
Memories now silent, at the end of my rope
Yet no regret to hound, dark days can be allies
If you're not on the ground, you're not able to rise
Roots of creation are pain
Seasons passing by and still one thing is for sure
There is nothing that is acquired forever
The leaves of your tree will always end up falling
It is yours to know that the cycle is spinning
Look up and start the harvest
Dawn lights the sky, the first signs of a brand new day
Closing my eyes to decide which way I will take
My home will be where my feet and fate carry me
There is no way to avoid seasons' symphony