Springtime blooms full of life, its glory to behold
Leaves flutter beauty, they do not understand
Youth vigor on display for eternity
Yet blinded by beauty, we see what we want to unfold
Imperceptible, pushed by the passage of time, an unseen hand
We see what we want to see, what we want things to be
We see what we want to see, ignore the coming tide controlled by destiny
Life springing everyplace, announcing the beauty of youth to all
The budding strength and focus of youth - performing for all to behold
A time is approaching when man hears his final call
When the sands of time have fallen and mimic the downward spiral to enthrall
Enslaved by the gravity of gravity that will be ours to hold
We see what we want to see, before the end of time comes to call
We see what we want to see, until finality captures like a squall
The struggle of nature is the same for all creatures in this world created
For the cycle of life, beginning to end, does not show favor
Death waits for all us, its grasp and finality fearfully awaited
In this vein man and nature are closely related
The same to all, those who exude joy and whose views are graver
We see what we want to see, death hiding until last call
We see what we want to see, never knowing when we might fall
In one’s death is yet life as another takes center stage
The falling of one leaf signaling the beginning of another legacy to leave
In reflective repose, one can choose joy or one can choose rage
Looking back in remembrance, a life fully lived has joy as its wage
So let us reflect on that which was lived to which we cleave
We see what we want to see, our past summed up in reflection
We see what we want to see, the good, the bad, the imperfection
Falling to the ground reflecting on its past
Time seeming to steal the beautiful tranquility that once was friend
The hush of wind surrounds the fall, one wonders why it cannot last
The beauty, the fame, the splendor is all taken because, because, alas
Life is a game with a beginning, an end
We see what we want to see, the beginning now, the finality coming fast
We see what we want to see, realize what time was once it has passed
Green of beginning, yellow of youth, on the horizon: red, brown, ground
Mirror your reflection, the breakthroughs, the limelight, the ending, the struggles to let go
In the height of the moment it's hard to see the finality of ground
Count your memories, for one day they are hard to be found
Blinded by youth, in our vigor we say it is not so
We see what we want to see, time slowly drawing near
We see what we want to see, things in our vision that will soon become dear
Let your reflection sing the sounds of the seasons, the whispers of the wind, amen
Let your new song carry voices of those that once captured you by applause
Look back over your life, relive it again, again
For in this remembrance we rejuvenate the life held within
For in this remembrance we can enter the game towin again, again, because
We see what we want to see, the life lived and the life to pass to those yet to come
We see what we want to see, it does not end with our final death toll drum