it's
autumn, honey
and the dead leaves
keep spinning
around us

a haze
of wood burning
and the skeleton trees
stand in
a row

see
the tin soldiers
the little boy forgets
in his
pocket

like
matchbox cars
that don't go any place
but where they
are told

well, it's
winter, honey
and the snow is
suffocating our
youth

the
air we breathe is
freezing, the words
we speak are
so cold

yet
we break through
the ice and sit by the
fire as
one

we
never thought, no we
never thought we could
ever get
old

it's
time for spring, honey
and oceans are trying
to part
us

the
sun shows her
face and laughs when
the leaves turn green
again

and the
water is crimson
from all the people
who died in
vain

i
dragged my hands through
and my fingers were all stained
red, wonderul
red

it's
summer, honey
a year has passed
since our first
meeting

i
can't say that i've
changed much since
that memory was
made

and
the clouds are mocking us
as they slowly drift farther
and farther
apart

and
the good times we
had are burning away with
the rain, oh, the
rain

it's the
end of summer, honey
you left for your
hometown
already

i got
a letter yesterday,
the envelope a pale
and terrible
blue

it held
the scent of tears, with
the words "I'm sorry"
and a
goodbye

it's
autumn again, honey,
and i am so lost
without
you