Seasons

It disturbs me to see that you're gorwing old

It concerns me to be the one you want to hold

Too busy running on fuel

Thand God you made it through

Let's spend the times we've missed and turn these days to gold

Lost as father and son

Bring us back together as one

Seasons change and so did your son

Strife with emotions that can't be one

Too busy running on fuel

Thank God you made it through

Let's spend the times we've missed and turn these days to gold

Want to hand you a piece of my delicate heart

This song is to uplift you and not to tear you apart

Father's lost in the mountains

But no mountain I can't see

But if that mountain should crumble come crumble on top of me