A season yearned, a season sought,
A season to be brought,
A season yearned.
Praise from tongues, a whispered sound,
Praise from tongues, all around,
To meet that grace, on hallowed ground,
To meet that grace, profound,
A season yearned.
Burdens linger, heavy still,
Burdens linger, against my will,
Perhaps tonight, sleep won't fulfill,
Perhaps tonight, the shadows thrill,
A season yearned.
My heart, a firefly's faint gleam,
My heart, a flickering dream,
Igniting, fading, it would seem,
Igniting, fading, a fragile theme,
A season yearned.
Moments past, a fragrant trace,
Moments past, time cannot embrace,
Like scent of blossoms, lost to space,
Like scent of blossoms, no hand can trace,
A season yearned,
A season to be brought.
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