It's the season of grace coming out of the void
Where a man is saved by a voice in the distance
It's the season of possible miracle cures

Where hope is currency and death is not the last unknown
Where time begins to fade
And age is welcome home


It's the season of eyes meeting over the noise
And holding fast with sharp realization

It's the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention
You are safe here you know now


Don't forget
Don't forget I love
I love

I love you

It's the season of scars and of wounds in the heart

Of feeling the full weight of our burdens
It's the season of bowing our heads in the wind
And knowing we are not alone in fear

Not alone in the dark