The leaves are falling and so is our faith,
the world seems to be moving at an alarming pace.
The wind blew me away from you,
And took with it everything that I knew.

All I ever wanted was anything you would give me,
You opened doors that I could never see.
When it started to get cold, you vanished.
Any place I called home, I was banished.

But you see, the winter will do that to you.
**** you dead and dry, without a clue.
It will bite your heart and drain the blood,
Breathing in the crimson flood.

On an abandoned bank of snow, you will lie alone.
After it all sinks in, you turn to stone.
You will have sunken in completely by the end of the cold wave,
And in the spring, flowers will grow from your icy grave.