The winter feels hot,
The summer feels cold.
 in spring, leaves fall.
In autumn, leaves grow.

The night moon shines 
The day sun blinds
In light there is darkness
And in darkness there is light 

In the past we make the future 
In the future we relive the past 
The present stands between them 
As the only thing separating us from the two worlds

Silence can be heard through screams 
Just as screams can be heard with silence 
And only when our voices begin to crack
Can the remedies of hope sink in

When one rises another falls
Both ways are for many to blame