Cascading down the avenue of
melting trees and silent skies...

Sometimes in troubled introspection
in the dark corner of my desperation...

In yesterday's once was
I was a has been...

The cracks are beginning to show
internalization of...

The rain piano tinkles down
sated skin pores overflow...

Tramps the moon shadows,
cloud sifting on silent wind wings...

Rain of sadness, rain of gladness,
reign of madness...

A generation of lost children cry
oh, to be a rock, to be a feather...

Lightning cracks the sky
black thunder grays the world...

It's all the little things you say
and all the little things you do...

Uprooted
torn asunder by forces...

Rustling autumn leaves
smoke rain indian summer...