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, and death as rain
Storm clouds there right along
At life's eve our flames will cease
Eventually all paths will lead to the cemetery
We are but falling leaves in the air, hovering down
Unaware we are spinning around
Scattered fragments of time, like blinks of an eye
We are, that's all we are
Think of your lifetime as one year
Look, autumn is here
Getting colder... The winter is impending
Your conclusion's drawing near - certain, austere
Yes, only the circle's unending
At life's eve our flames will cease
Eventually all paths will lead to the cemetery
To the prior deceased
We are but falling leaves in the air, hovering down
Unaware we will hit the ground
Scattered fragments of time, like blinks of an eve
We are
Just when we realize that we are alive
We die