For all the seasons and fall leaves,

The wind howls like a crying ghost,

Passion days of ever gold,

For the story not yet told,

Come to me,

Snowfall twinkle of the coldest winter,

I hear the voice that has not been seen,

Call her an angel fitting for the season,

Dressed in white and lost in feelings,

She’s come back again without a reason,

I awake to the morning fitting for spring,

A rustling in the mind and all for seen,

Looking up at the sky and feel a breeze,

Feelings come and go telling you need me,

I’m calling calling calling