it's the season of grace coming out of the void   where a man is saved by a voice in the distance   it's the season of possible miracle cures   where hope is currency and death is not the last unknown   where time begins to fade   and age is welcome home      it's the season of eyes meeting over the noise   and holding fast with sharp realization   it's the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention   you are safe here you know now      don't forget   don't forget I love   I love   I love you      it's the season of scars and of wounds in the heart   of feeling the full weight of our burdens   it's the season of bowing our heads in the wind   and knowing we are not alone in fear   not alone in the dark