Seasons - Anomaly

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do I call it anymore?

A few days to see what’s passed

My old room feels a little smaller

have I ever really left?

Same old faces, dead end places

had to make a break run free

My conscience won’t leave each rock alone

bound to find a casualty

It’s all coming back to me

Ships set sail to far off places

Tides have turned

the time has blown apart

Ties are broken, words unspoken

Seasons of sorrow

I never thought that time could heal the pain

Alone

down these weathered city streets

to the springtime of my life

Like a first day of school

Pictures from the mind’s archives

Hiding places, cold embraces

have to make the break run free

The music is mine alone to face

Virtue is my remedy

It’s all coming back to me

This time I know I can face it

'Cause I have grown

harmony within my reach

Mind is open, voice outspoken

Seasons of sorrow

No more fear, time can heal the pain

Better tomorrow

No more tears, dawn after the rain

Hidden from the world to see

The bridge is burned, the map outdated

I’ll set a course, trade asylum for the sea

Mind is open, voice outspoken