"Love, I Have Come Alive. Love, I Will Thrive."

Three seasons die the same year they are born,
But the cold carries on, facing its inevitable doom.
With a heart of frost and a choir of shades in bloom,
It hangs on to dear love, across the valley of thorn.

The enemy whispers in our fragile minds today.
"Trees turned to sticks and lakes turned to marsh.
Dawn to dusk the silence enfolds a scene so harsh."
Oh, misguiding fiend, you have everything to say.

Love, I have come alive. Love, I will thrive.
I wish you could see my heart beating for you.
I wish you could see my soul burning for you.

Survive yet, oh breather, find your way back.
Listen careful, oh refuser, even the dead live again!
Letting this tower crumble apart would be giving in.
You see, only together will there be nothing to lack.

Thus, my heart has found a way back beating.
And alas, my tongue will not speak as my rival.
Tarry your aching head, and we shall have our revival.
The assailant breeding inside is aiming and defeating

Love, I have come alive. Love, I will thrive.
I wish you could see my heart beating for you.
I wish you could see my soul burning for you.

As winter among many summers, I will rise.
As spring among many falls, you will survive.