Orange leaves, all crusted.
Falling from trees bigger than i'll ever be.
My soul dances,
As they fly in circles all around me.

Autumn falls, be prepared.
Like nature will prepare the trees,
Turning empty.
I fall, be prepared.
Because my fall will be faster,
Than the fastest leaf,
That now falls from the tree.

Letting go of what i once was,
Now on my own,
Vulnerable laying on the cold ground.
Like the leaves let go of the tree,
Knowing they will never again be found.

Maybe we look a like.
Falling away when it gets dark,
And being pulled away into the air.
Floating around,
Not really going anywhere.
Just away, from here.
Where ever that may be.
And maybe you will never find me again,
But again, we will see.

Autumn falls, but i fall harder,
So please prepare me too.
Show me the light i can not see now,
And tell me again i'll make it through.

-anoeska