Life Is a Leaf the Blows On the Breeze

i'm being blown over here, over there in and out, there about most everywhere in the heat of the summer in the chill of the freeze life is a leaf that blows on the breeze in time that's well spent in the wasting away in the hand held in silence with nothing to say when it stands out alone in its purpose and need life is a leaf that blows on the breeze when it's coated in sugar sprinkled in salt nowhere to run in its daily walk standing for something or down on its knees life is a leaf that blows on the breeze