Seasons falling…autumn calling
no more summers to warm me inside
the leaves are now turning
and still I'm left yearning
for all that my life could not find.
The spring held such promise… each summer a congress
of all that this life had to give
but clouds took the blue sky
and tears fell from my eyes
then somehow less reasons to live.
Now winter much colder… my bones so much older
grey skies cover all of my days
the young boy that grew strong
whose whole life just went wrong
is slowly... fading away.
