Nostalgic Rites

We wonder each day
Unable to say
Why we carry the weight inside
Not bury the hate and fly

Finding my own path leads me back to you
Still the design and math won't satisfy

Why?

Days go by, to no end, and I wonder why... who am I?
In my mind, there is no way to quantify, sever the chord and wait
Chills inside, to the bone, and I can't decide, what's my fate?
To imply, there's a scheme to gratify, primal desire innate

This goodbye, to start your life
Summer's blind to Winter's strife
This goodbye, don't (tell me why)
Send me back, I've found what I've lacked
This goodbye, please (tell me why)
Summer's blind to Winter's strife
Send me back, towards that smile of yours
In my mind I found one last time
Nostalgic rites divine



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Scott Scott
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