Seasons come And fall to pieces The price of longing For a recent loss I am severed Take this strife From my hands The scales are gone I am severed From the lies
Swallowed by indifference A breeze of woes released The prize of sentiments The never-ending ride Of the chosen ones
Seasons come And fall to pieces The price of longing For a recent loss The presence of shame For the guiltless ones Unto the fray The long forlorn Seven keys collide When the stains subside The reasons of lasting Forever realizing What we have done
Sanctified (spoken word excerpt from John Chapter 17)