Falling

Could the pain get any worse?
Is your slowing breathing really living?
Don't let go of me yet,
Don't dream away the sunset.

Take me back to fields of spring,
to younger days and sunrise.
Tell me stories of old,
tell me of a life sold.

I'm waiting for the leaf to fall,
falling is the cost of love.
Autumn turns the oldest trees
to dust again, blown by the breeze.

The roots of your life
are planted in me, deep.
Let your memories slip by,
plant themselves in my mind.

I'm waiting for the leaf to fall,
falling is the cost of love.
Autumn turns the oldest trees
to dust again, blown by the breeze.

And autumn claims the best of these,
the birds, my love, and all the trees.
Oh sunny smile, warm my day,
I'll one day walk with you again.