Fade away (song of spring)

Spring has come, once again,
and I know things should get better.
Yet I feel the pull of autumn–
let me go, I’ll fade away.

Take me home, I don’t know
where to go, I’m so alone.
Let me go,
I’ll come back some day–
don’t you know that spring won’t come?

Long ago, I once knew
a man who put things together.
If I asked, they said he’d save me–
he left me to fade away.

Don’t you know, in the end
there is nothing,
and pain is the gift of the heart?
And when spring comes now, I feel nothing–
It too, soon, will fade away.

Do you know where to find
autumn’s leaves? They’re inside.
Rip them out, as I lay dying–
spring has come!  Oh, spring has come!

I’ve been working on my own version of "The Seasons".  Vivaldi’s is probably the most famous, and mine doesn’t even compare.  Fall and Winter are instrumentals for piano, and Spring and Summer are for piano and vocals.  Above are the lyrics for my "Spring".  The lyrics to my "Summer", however, I have misplaced.

"Spring" is about the promise of the new year, and how often that promise is trampled and discarded.  In many ways, it can be expanded to the promise of youth, or of  new life.  Eventually, these things cease to have meaning as cynicism sets in.  Cynicism, I think, is somewhat necessary to life.  It shields us from some of life’s worst pains, because when we cease to hope, we cease to be disappointed.  But, to me at least, cynicism becomes a crutch, and reserved hope becomes no hope at all.  But by ripping that away, it is possible to regain some measure of optimism, but this leaves us vulnerable once more.

So really, what is better?  Hope at the price of terrible pain, or a safe, yet lonely and cynical, existance?