I walked in Autumn, among the fallen stars,
I saw the dreams and a thousand dormant promises.
I heard the silent screams and scars,
I was there to see who the harshest heart misses.
And I walked alone among the trees,
There were no birds
No sunshine to warm the breeze,
Just the friendless Grey
And the weary sun as it hurts.
When will I lay this down to rest, never to rise,
And I am alive to hope as she cries.
She, Hope’s child,
She, the beautiful and wild.