Back by the river is where my heart dwells. Where the fall moon sets and the autumn leaves fell, and my wishes are cast like waves hitting the sea, hoping out there somewhere is someone for me.
Down the road yonder is an old oak tree. Carved in it's trunk are names, you and me. Where nights spent alone, hands clinching the phone, and my dreams there ending for me.
Up from the cabin near and old beaten path there is a hollowed heart not build to last. The stream and the Brook hum their sad song of the past and it calls, feeling lonely to me.
Through the side forest where the red berries grow is a small vacant spot that only few know. It's place is a memory and holds
all I've lost. My innocence taken in that very spot, yet the feeling of doubt still fills me.
Around the bend to the valley I leave, with tears filling my eyes and a heart strapped to my sleeve. I stand watching the birds fly southward, leaving the ground, and deep in my heart knowing to refuge they're bound, but why are they leaving me?
Upon an old stone bridge I stand to think. My life dangle before me and I'm on the brink of a fall to end all time. I watch the water shimmer below then feel the season's wind. Everything seems so warm, except my empty soul. Colors around me comfort me as my thoughts begin to explode, and the warmth trickles down my face as tears and I start to believe autumn is trying to kill me!
Between the rocks and pebbles in my view I see a still shadow that appears to be you. Has prince charming come to save me? I could leave now and choose to forget this altering decision my heart would regret, but that breeze seems to call me.
Down in the water my hurt body dives but two arms wrapped around me and to my surprise my life, maybe, is saved. Is this heaven? Am I dead? And what was it that you said? You'll always be there for me?
In the trees there are voices calling softly that maybe my love has come to save me, but do you really care? The warmth of your love wraps around me. The sun sets around our memory and the sky turns night with a breeze, maybe this season won't be the death of me.
Under the crisp fall moon I'm found lying, in your arms, and you feel me dying. My heart is melting to you. In a bed of fallen leaves I'm not moving. Too afraid of breaking down in front of the one who spared me from myself. I'm no longer afraid of my thoughts. I'm not afraid of the world anymore, but a piece of me is afraid of losing the one I'm only living for. I'm not afraid of my actions. I'm not afraid of falling again. I'm afraid that before it's over this bittersweet season will win.
