Child Of The Season

Teagan Johnston

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What were we, just a game to play?
And what was he, just someone to pay,
Attention to you?

And what do you do, with your days?
Do you believe, the words you say?
To your friends anymore?

Oh we were grown, from winter’s arms
And winter’s bones and
Oh you have shown, that warm heart
Was not your own

Spent our lives in conversation,
Now were breaking down over a miscommunication
We Spent our day, just growing up
But those memories weren’t enough

There’s a change of season in the air
A change of heart a change that their,
Hibernating hand will find
He was born in the summer time

Oh we were grown, from winter’s arms
And winter’s bones
Oh you have shown, that warm heart
Was not, was not
We were grown, from winter’s arms
And winter’s bones and
Oh you have shown, that warm heart
Was not your own