i watch the trees outside of my house
how leaves fall from the tree to the ground

but they don't make a sound, they're as quiet as a mouse
and they sit and they wait and wait until they are found

but sometimes
people don't pick up leaves
and people leave them
to be swept away
by some old man
trying to get his pay

i always pick leaves up
because i know how it feels
to be alone in a place you don't know

but that only happens to be in my mind
where i am alone and cannot be found