And in the springtime of our lives we saw the vision
Things not quite right
I know, because I saw this once before
And in the summer of despair, your body in peril
Your loss of hair
To think, we dreamed of peace in our despair
And with each passing day the discontent, the anger spills
You'll talk to me all day about your tortured artist pain
As it took over I wasn't sure what I could do
Your affect was harder than diamond
Epiphanies after the fall of pleasure once, of not being sad
I know, because you were that way before
These were the worst times of our lives
And in the winter of regret when you were well but still not healed
We came to understand some wounds are hard to mend
These were the trials to be met
It was the time of our regret