Leaves fall from trees and land softly on me
my head tipped back, I catch them on my face
their death anointing me delicately
I absorb their own kind of fall from grace

The woods are red from autumnal disease
my bones are like leaves, so weak, so brittle
leaves rustle and wind howls, those sounds don't cease
dark clouds overhead are not so little

The weather is neither just calm or cruel
it changes, wet one day, the other, dry
I stand tall in this emotional duel
that shows one day i'm fine, the next, I cry

I fall like the autumn leaves and the rain
I can not live a life free from this pain