Seasons End

Summer nights and long warm days 
Are stolen as the old moon falls 
And My mirror shows another face 
Another place to hide it all 
Another place to hide it all 
And I’m lost, behind 
The words I’ll never find 
And I’m left behind 
As seasons roll on by 
Sleeping with a full moon blanket 
Sand and feathers for my head 
Dreams have never been the answer 
And dreams have never made my bed 
Dreams have never made my bed 
And I’m lost, behind 
The words I’ll never find 
And I’m left behind 
As seasons roll on by 
Now I want to fly above the storm 
But you can’t grow feathers in the rain 
And the naked floor is cold as hell 
The naked floor reminds me 
Oh the naked floor reminds me 
That I’m lost, behind 
The words I’ll never

~ Chris Cornell

This post is dedicated to the ones who lost the battle with their demons.

Especially the young mothers & fathers who had to leave their babies 😇💖💕

Addiction doesn’t discriminate- it can affect anyone. May these beautiful & scarred souls rest in a better place 🙏🏻

Published by Organic Revival

I am a mom of boys, wife, furmom, gardner, walker, runner, teacher, reader, writer and cook. I am 42 years old and live in the beautiful state of Michigan. I love my job as an elementary special education teacher. The most remarkable quality of mine is that I'm a recovering alcoholic.

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