Seasons

Seasons changed,
They grew up too fast,
The minds raged,
But in an iron cast.

Seasons changed again,
Like the blinking eyes,
Oh! The mourning rain,
No courage left to rise.

Seasons of love and hatred!
No, of unfaithfulness,
She waited and waited,
To be killed with callousness!

Some seasons change,
But some remain the same,
Cold as sorrow,
Scorching as pain in vain!
Some seasons change, some remain the same.