• It began with a pen
    As dull as a dying smile
    What could you possibly do?
    All a while you thought for a mile
    of a reason to forgive the curse
    When the leaves dull and the glee falls
    We begin to wonder
    Does an eternal spring follow after?
    Or must we endure the punishing cycle that reminds us we are but mortal
    It's coming quickly now...
    What must we do?
    Don't try to run, it will find you
    And when it does you'll come to know you are face to face with sweet summer's end