As the seasons pass
And months turn into years
Does anything really change
Through the passage of time
In another dreary tomorrow
We are all the same
Some of us suffer in silence
Some of us suffer alone
What goes on in each other’s minds
Is something we’ll never know
We can only guess at thoughts
And we can only grasp at hope
Looking toward the wondrous sky
How insignificant you feel
We really are nothing at all
And nothing really changes
You can read my life
Through the lines across my face
You can see how many winters
This withered rose has felt