We Are But Falling Leaves Think of your lifetime as one day It's fading away The shadows are growing long Think of existence as a flame That as rainstorm clouds they ride along
At life's eve our flames will cease Eternally, unavoidably Eventually all paths will lead To the cemetery
We are but falling leaves in the air hovering down On our way we are spinning around Scattered fragments of time Like beams of the light we are That's all we are
Think of your lifetime as one year Look autumn is here Getting colder, the winter's impending Your conclusion's drawing near-certain, austere Yet is only the circles unending
At life's eve our flames will cease Eternally, unavoidably Eventually, all paths will lead to the cemetery To the prior deceased
We are but falling leaves in the air hovering down On our way we will hit the ground Scattered fragments of time Like beams of the light we are