A Ballad for Our Time The Four Seasons

This is a ballad of our time

Every bird has its right of way
As it flies through the freeway of the sky
Every flower sees the light of day
Or it's going to crumble up and die

And dreams need a place in the sun
So by chance maybe one comes true
One comes true

Every tree has a piece of land
Where its roots have the liberty to grow
Every sea has a beach of sand
Where its water have room to overflow

And pride needs somewhere to live
So it just doеsn't give in quick
Give in quick

Every rain has its day to fall
And its day of rеturning to the skies
Every wind has the protocol
To be kicking up dust into our eyes

And strength needs a chance to be shown
Even just to be known to fail
Known to fail