Changes

Sit by my side come as close as the air

Sharin' a memory of grey

And wander in my words

And dream about the pictures that I play

Of changesGreen leaves of summer turn red in the fall

To brown and to yellow they fade

And then they have to die

Trapped within the circle time parade

Of changesMoments of magic will glow in the night

All fears of the forest are gone

For when the morning breaks

They're swept away by golden drops of dawn

Of changesPassions will part to a warm melody

As fires will sometimes turn cold

Like petals in the wind

We're puppets to the silver strings of souls

Of changes