spring brings green-hued hailstorms
and white legs shining like sun-bleached bones
no one’s at home for you today
even when your book of memory tell you otherwise
she never lies, lady luck
though you close your eyes in sleep under golden fields
and time makes her brave
and time is a slave
summer shows trees greening wickedly
and white eyes rolling in sun-scoured skulls
no one’s alive to you today
even when the faded words you keep write you so
she always knows, lady fate
though you drown your eyes in tears under golden rain
for time makes her brave
whilst time digs its grave
autumn usurps green young folly
and white souls shimmering find sun-blest peace
no one could hurt you this way
even when your scars throb in remembrance
she won’t sing, lady love
though you burn your eyes with golden twilight
but time makes her brave
and she’s not your slave
