Falling

I know that when the leaves fall

We will no longer stand tall,

For beneath the weight of their call

We are made to feel small.

We know when we have lost,

But do we know the cost?

Back and forth again we're tossed,

Our fate is cold as frost.

It's too late to fight.

We're given to night.

The bands are drawing tight

The strength of our plight.

We're in the flame

With none to blame.

The people grow lame.

Same is our aim.

No more rhyme.

Our minds fade.

Our wills are gone.

What is left?

We live?

Not here.

United death

Is all.

Soon

We

Will be

Gone.

Bye.