This terryfing man, was chosen by a fate.
When his love has vanished he was left with a hate.
Chosen by a fate to live without a life.
Dancing like a madman on the edge of a knife.
Flow of sweet love, will you come to him?
What our comrade did, why is he so grim?
Will you light a candles with him again?
Can you let him sleep? Away from the sour pain?
One day we will meet again, rest in each others arms.
My heart will beat again, in a rythm of your charms.
One day I will let you through my gate, to touch my cold heart.
To feel again, the beauty of your warm art.
I hope it is not too bad?
It's beginning to look a lot like Autumn
everywhere you go,
pumpkin spice at the coffee store, buying groceries there is more!
It's the time to let the cider flow!