the trees are silently
following me
every single leaf
stands for my inner greaf
made of sorrow and pain
drives me insaine
the cold breeze
that blowes around
these old trees
making the leaves shiver
like my heart turns bitter
I don't need you
to mess around in my head
I want you
to clear it all
before this coming fall
before the trees lost their leaves
and it starts to rain
I would feel struggeling pain
when every raindrop hits the ground
I hope this tree, to be found
all my hope is on you
and put it down
before it takes me