• It gets cold
    The leaves change color
    As they grow old
    Life leaves
    And so does color
    It is the time to die
    The time of dieing
    Cold and ruthless
    So many tears
    No one is living
    I've cried for so many years
    The now falls
    Pure and white
    It is such a beautiful sight
    A cemetery
    The yard of the dead
    often reffered to in dread
    Instead
    to me
    It is the yard of the living
    Silence rings
    Although i am deff
    I cannot hear
    The time of dieing
    What a cold though
    As the leaves fall bare
    All is silent