Standard (EADGBE)
It's the season of grace coming out of the void,
Where a man is saved by a voice in the distance.
It's the season of possible miracle cures,
Where hope is currency and death is not, the last unknown.
Where time begins to fade,
And age, is welcome home.
It's the season of eyes meeting over the noise,
And holding fast with sharp realization.
It's the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention,
You are safe here you know.
Don't forget,
Don't forget I love,
I love,
I love you.
Don't forget,
Don't forget I love,
I love,
I love you.
It's the season of scars and of wounds in the heart,
Of feeling the full weight of our burdens.
It's the season of bowing our heads in the wind,
And knowing we are not alone in fear,
Not alone in the dark.
Don't forget,
Don't forget I love,
I love,
I love you.
Don't forget,
Don't forget I love,
I love,
I love you.
Don't forget,
Don't forget I love,
I love,
I love you.
Don't forget,
Don't forget I love,
I love,
I love you.