With all new years passing.
Gone is time left to decide.
youthful choice is aging to responsibilities
patience tried.
You stall your retreat to the fortress of sleep.
Clinging to words sharpened through the years of
vicarious dismay.
When the time comes to go, no amount of fighting
can suspend your foe.
Or make up for days lost in waste.
If today is the last voice heard,
let my offering be of honesty confide, infidelity's denied
and misconstrued pride.
Seasons change and thoughts derange but doubts will never go.
Winter calls and ambitions fall when waiting is all you know.
Nothing matters when dreams scatter.
Trying to stand tall we all bow down to the falling snow.
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Music by John Lutzow and Ron Skeen, Lyrics by John Lutzow