Its exhausted life
Its exhausted days
His exhausted eyes
His exhausted tears.
I am alone
I am so cold,
I walk across this room
I am so old.
And autumns leaves
Lie on the ground
Like many things
That I have found.
Those leaves
Had fallen to the ground
Those things I found,
Now are gone.
And no one seems to listen
And no one seems to care
I am alone
I am so cold
I look at my hands
I am so old.
October s leaves
© Copyright: Warpath, 2002
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