Season of Death
If death were a season
Like fall or winter
I could go to the tropics
And never get cold
If death were a season
I could fly around the world
Visit all things warm
And never grow old.
If death were a season
I’d never stay in one place
Never know the people
Or remember a face
If death were a season
I’d see flowers bloom
But never a coffin, graveyard
Or tomb
Death as a season
I would not fear
For I could run and hide
Whenever it came near
If I seem frightened
You know it’s true
Death as a season
I could never lose you
In the season of death
And all things dear
I’ll feel the wind
And know you are here
Listen to the sound
Death on the wing
I know all the gifts
Her bounty brings
Season of death
Is always here
Under the covers
And in my tears
In this life
I’ve learned on thing
You can never go back
To summer or spring