With the fall of every autumn leaf
I take pride and I hold my believes
Every leaf that falls on the ground
Have a story and a different sound
My heart flies in the colorful skies
I look at your eyes, they are old and wise
Thy flowers can’t grow without love
I glance at the sky and I see a dove
Flying free, on the old trees it lands
I smell the fresh air, on the mountains I stand
We take much in our vows and little in our love
Only of we know that we have little here and many above
I smile in grief, am I not a believer indeed?
I lay under the tree and on the mountains I bleed.