Laying in the graveyard of our memories,

I watch as brown leaves slowly break away and fall to the ground.

Like our memories, I watch as they are carried off in the wind.

Every beginning has an end.
But endings bring beginnings.

I know that even though everything is dying around me, there will be new life...

I just don't know if I can hold on for that long. How much longer my heart can endure the strife.