as the leaves change their colors
so does my heart
as the leaves fall to the ground
so does my soul as you tear it apart
as the days get short and then nights go on
i can feel deep down that it'll be my time to
go....

what will happen when the leaves all die?
will any of them get the chance to survive?
or will they wither away with nothing left to give.

i will wither,
and i will crack,
i will be nothing,
in the dead of night,
like the beauties of tress,
that once was thriving leaves.