There Is An End

Words disappear

Words once so clear

Only echoes passing through the night



The lines on my face

Your fingers once traced

Fading reflection of what was



Thoughts rearrange

Familiar now strange

All my schemes drifting on the wind



Spring brings the rain

With winter comes pain

Every season has an end



I tried to see through the disguise

But the clouds were there

Blocking out the sun



Thoughts rearrange

Familiar now strange

All my schemes drifting on the wind



Spring brings the rain

With winter comes pain

Every season has an end

There's an end



There's an end

There's an end

There's an end

There's an end