Too tired of hearing about the quickly passing seasons
Too busy trying to put falling leaves back on my family tree
Where did your little fingers go?
They could barely hold on to my hand
Now I'm barely able to hold onto you
Someone threw too much grease on this time machine
Hitting the brakes, but it's only me hitting the wall
My little child, once upon I time I lived wild among the beasts
Hunting on distant lands
I've planted my roots,but soon enough it's your leaves that will blow freely into changing winds
Wherever you land
Learn that a clinched heart feels more pain
Smell the flowers before the rain
Tame your own beasts before they turn on you
Lay on fallen leaves
That fell from trees
Much like the both of us