To a one that had a reason in a place and a time
To a one within a season that helped me be defined
To a one throughout a lifetime of both joy and grieving
To a one who’s name is still a haze but made me see me

Never standing alone
No sinking, no blood from a stone
Too brittle and prone out on your own
The compass that will guide your way back home

Memory, time is fading
Credit is due and waning
Shadows cast persuading
No one but me is waiting

Faces have faded into dreams
Places are lost amongst the weeds
Nostalgia for wanting and for needs
Past lives tearing at the seams

To a one who’s reason saved me from my own disaster
To a one who’s season was much longer than it lasted
To a one who’s given lifetimes of much needed laughter
To a one who’s face is gone but is still all that matters

Never standing alone
No sinking, no blood from a stone
Too brittle and prone out on your own
A compass that guides your way back home

Faulty grasp is shading
Darker days invading
Perspectives on real are trading
Fiction as fact masquerading

Faces have faded into dreams
Places are lost amongst the weeds
Nostalgia for wanting and for needs
Past lives tearing at the seams

Of the thousands of people that you’ll know in your lifetime only an handful will matter
You don’t choose them, they are chosen for you
Some are in your life for a very specific, sometimes unidentifiable reason but they have had an undeniable impact on who you are
Others you will know for only a brief period of time but that season is profound and unforgettable
And then there are the lifers, the constants who hold your hand all the way through the journey. Through thick and thin, your best and your worst, your pettiness and your triumphs, they’re deeper than friends and more meaningful than family.
Collectively, these people make you, you and each of us who we are, they’re the reasons and seasons and the lifetimes

To a one that had a reason I could not do without
To a one who stayed a season but killed nagging doubt
To a one who’s lifetime helped define what I’m about
To a one who is forgotten but still hangs around
To the one’s that propped me up and left me standing tall

Never standing alone
No sinking, no blood from a stone
Too brittle and prone out on your own
The compass that guides your way back home

Reasons at last revealing
Seasons revealing meanings
A lifetime of scars now healing
Memories are not concealing

Faces have faded into dreams
Places are lost amongst the weeds
Nostalgia for wanting and for needs
Past lives tearing at the seams
Past lives tearing at the seams
Past lives tearing at the seams
Past lives tearing at the seams
The past lives have torn now godspeed