Every year, when the Autumn leaves die
They fall to the ground, look up to the sky
All that is left is to lay on the ground
The ring a pure silence, a mournful sound
But if the leaves can't escape death, how could we?
We establish a home to die inevitably
Nothing left but memories of us
How we lived
How we laughed
How we loved and were loved
What is left
What is left
We live our lives to fall asleep in death
The only way to reach eternal peace
Is to close our eyes in eternal sleep
And when the home you've made has collected dust
It will cease to exist like the rest of us
We cannot immortalize our memories
We will be wiped from the earth, cleansed our identities
It will be time for us to rest alone
To forever rest those aching bones
The question "Why?" I cannot perceive
Yet, we fall one by one, like the Autumn leaves