Winter falls into a life like so many leaves on the ground
Golden and amber, orange and red
The color of a blooming sun
Will signify death
Now is the season
To think I once held such spring in my soul
Growing and living, loving arms giving
The spring in my soul
Would meet the wind
Now is the season
And only a month can be a cause
The names of lost leaders
Like the days becoming shorter
And less is the light
Now is the season
And i wouldnt dare to dream your name
Haunting and tragic, somber, beautiful
The hope of a morning
Torn to pieces by darkest of night
You are the reason