The seasons are changing,
the days are passing, falling
down upon us are the dreams
of the forgotten, each
flake of snow that hits us,
is another memory that's frozen.
As the cold chills our souls,
we discover that we were wrong,
and everything we knew was false...
Yet, we never realized that their
lives are the foundation
of ours... we never
knew that the snow, were
their final memories
and their lives...
The seasons are changing,
the days are passing, shining
down upon us are the dreams
of the remembered, each
ray of light that blesses
the ground, is a memory
of those in history, one
that has been changed, we
never realized how different
their lives were than what
we thought we knew, as winter
turns to spring, we realize
with each ray of light,
that we know nothing...
not even their final memories
and their lives...
