The Long Forlorn

Seasons come
And fall to pieces
The price of longing
For a recent loss
I am severed
Take this strife
From my hands
The scales are gone
I am severed
From the lies

Swallowed by indifference
A breeze of woes released
The prize of sentiments
The never-ending ride
Of the chosen ones

Seasons come
And fall to pieces
The price of longing
For a recent loss
The presence of shame
For the guiltless ones
Unto the fray
The long forlorn

Seven keys collide
When the stains subside
The reasons of lasting
Forever realizing
What we have done