Beneath my feet, leaves
Fallen on the woodland path,
Souls of summer past.

If I was super,

I would want x-ray vision

To peer past your doubts.

Didn't see it coming,

Struck down to the floor,

But in life you keep on going,

And coming back for more.

Every night I make a promise

That tomorrow things will change,

My life it will be better,

The troubles not so strange,

Each promise is of hollow words,

Like Easter Eggs, just shells,

For though I promise better,

Each tomorrow is just Hell.