Nothing goes without reason, everything comes with its season
Be true to yourself, you are the one to change the game, revolving every four seasons
Your dream wobbles and leans, distraught in your eyes and a mind that prays for the unforeseen, you still need to persevere the journey full of snarling trees.
Your fears are battered and beaten, laying down in the ring. You try to recall where you've been but you hear a voice say; count to ten and live out that glorious dream!