Every season drifts apart
melting together, blending their heart
Mending doesn’t settle
and neither does mining
So out on their journey
they seek a separate art
what do they find
and who do they find it with
A journey alone or a fellow so kind
as to lend them his knowledge
and wisdom and joy
Together they find the answer, the riddle, a decoy
Together they blend in soul and in mind
The girl does wake up from her typical dream
back to reality, back to her scream
