The simple bright of the Autumn light

Breaks the shadow of a man.

Reveals the freezing winter land

He has been dealing inside.

Never does but always might

Leave his mind and search a friend.

Always thinks the pain will end.

The lie he tells, the bait he bites.

Winter’s coming and he keeps waiting

For the the rain to fill his hole.

Begging the skies for Autumn to leave.

It was never about the weather.

Rain won’t wash a drying soul.

Its about the broken heart of the walking Autumn leave.