Seasons go by, leaves change, they wither and die.
Then flowers bloom, they grow standing tall and then die. 
Death is all around us. 

It seems strange for life to go on without you.
To make decisions, to be happy or sad. 
To live life when death is all around us. 

So much death, and yet we are expected to pick up and carry on.
When you are gone.

Seasons go by, leaves change, they wither and die.
Then flowers bloom, they grow standing tall and then die. 
Death is all around us. 

The years go by, and more death comes. 
The older we get the more death comes for us and our loved ones.

And still we are expected to pick up and carry on.
When you are gone.

Seasons go by, leaves change, they wither and die.
Then flowers bloom, they grow standing tall and then die. 
Death is all around us.