Growing Season

As the sun goes round where will it leave you in what is a perfect day when it would come
How good must good be what bad do you see
There is going to be snow you know it will come so

Of all the possible futures they're just not here right now
Down the avenues of your mind on a little walk though your head
Let me ask you this as you answer that a memory seed to grow

In harvest time for me
What is it now I see
When will it be done
And where come from

He could not speak his words and could only speak those words
Just so they would know the story only so he had told his telling
He and they were done with him for they all heard it so well

There's nothing to me I'm what you make me do
These words I don't know they are not mine I have no control
They are not what I want to hear but what I be

The story starts to take form in we
But it shall not last long come out and leave from me