The autumn of our lives:
when our bodies return to the earth liken to the leaves after their season comes to an end.
  We then rest in the interim of life anew
our purpose fully recognized
our souls at peace with the knowledge that they’ve done as was intended from first light

My love is conditional and wavering
My patience is thin and rare
Am I the monster I always feared
Or is it you who’s put it there
I keep myself up at night replaying my whole day
Silently judging my mistakes and wishing them away
No matter how many prayers are said
No matter how many pleas
The only person judging me is the girl who’s on her knees.