Golden leaves on dying trees
Things deceptive such as these
Looks untrue shown just for you
You feel safe and rest anew
Peace my mind can’t seem to find
And yet to woe it does bind
Leaves do fall, show truth for all
Hurt and broken, can’t stand tall
They can see the misery
Yet unspoken, I’m not free
Captive still, to pain's cold will
I need hope my soul to fill
Yet come spring, let the birds sing
Fresh green leaves, gone winters sting
Pain will wane, and I’ll stay sane
As my freedom I will gain
A fresh dawn, a beauteous morn
No more time to be forlorn
