It Still Arrives

January 14, 2011
The leaves of trees
sing dying songs,
and in the breeze
I sing along

As winter comes
we turn to stone,
and witness love
that's not our own

And spring wil bring
us life again
we'll sing just like
it's always been

The frost will melt,
the leaves will grow
but still we find
we sing alone

Our summer song
is one of love
as sunshine smiles
from miles above

And yet the autumn
still arrives,
what ends our song
will end our lives.

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