Red and yellow Autumn is burning down the forest Blackbirds cackle in the stead of the songbirds' chorus Yet I know there will be light again and in the warmth all will grow Whether from the ashes of the fire or the nested creatures of flight Yes, there is light that will shine on a tomorrow, Maybe even tonight.
I've climbed up mountains and decided I needed to get higher I've drifted asleep just to find myself dreaming about being awake again I've tripped and fallen in between spread legs and promises I made myself I've forewarned others, even my brothers, but they still touch the stove from time to time