I walk through the scented air of summer's blooming   Into the frozen air of winter's dying,   And as tears inside me fall   The pain of old wounds   Calls me to mend them,   And I realize once more   That things done before   Have no ending.    I feel the cold of eve slowly waning.   As sun burst rays of warmth overtake me.   And the twisted seeds of doubt   Which spread my sins about   Lie parched and withered.   And the present not the past   Claims me at the last   For it's not over.