Autumn of Souls

those breezes do tickle. unchained and pale A lonesome autumn leaf prepare to fall A dull morning where all yawning do fail to cleanse empty spaces of crowded souls Autumns cruel nights and early morning chill brings void to life for young hearts to detest This cold reckless dawn seems to linger still untill yesterday's dreams lay down to rest blank faced and senseless does tomorrow seem? for no signs of joy this mighty wind tells will the sunshine blossom a rose to gleam? will the stormy thunder roar down and kill? yet in the ashes of the past we crave an autumn for a lost soul to get saved