Seasons Colors

Long were there days in the sprign nwhen we were younger
Oh the years have gone like the breeze in the summers
Seasons come and they go
Like the dust on that old dirt road
I try and fight, take it slow
But the ground keeps moving on its own
So paint the colors of fall
On my heart
So ill remmeber
To carry through the pain
And the cold of the winter
Oh
When the colors my skin broke my bones and left me bleeding
Through the darkest stronm he was there now I'm still breathing
Ah
Seasons come and they go
Like the dust on that old dirt road
Try and fight, take it slow
But the ground keeps moving on its own
Yeah the ground keeps moving on its own
Yeah the ground keeps moving on its own