Foadie
War Child
Time is slowing
And our world is turning
For better or worse
Those golden days and silver nights
Lift my heart
O yes.
When the trees weep
And the forests grow ablaze with color
And melt to deep browns
And opalescent whites
I smile
O yes.
Bitterness stings my eyes
And I become older
I learn of things I never knew before
In the face of the new moon
My voice sings a melody
O yes.
Chill winds cry
Around the corners of the flames I tend
Signaling the start
Of things that both come and go
And my feet spin a lone waltz
O yes.
Creatures slink under the harvest moon
Orange their irises gleam
And they go places warm and safe
To await when the rains fall again
And I follow them in mind
O yes.
I am at ease
As I watch everything in screaming silence
Although I am alone
Clad in the color midnight sky
Of October.
And our world is turning
For better or worse
Those golden days and silver nights
Lift my heart
O yes.
When the trees weep
And the forests grow ablaze with color
And melt to deep browns
And opalescent whites
I smile
O yes.
Bitterness stings my eyes
And I become older
I learn of things I never knew before
In the face of the new moon
My voice sings a melody
O yes.
Chill winds cry
Around the corners of the flames I tend
Signaling the start
Of things that both come and go
And my feet spin a lone waltz
O yes.
Creatures slink under the harvest moon
Orange their irises gleam
And they go places warm and safe
To await when the rains fall again
And I follow them in mind
O yes.
I am at ease
As I watch everything in screaming silence
Although I am alone
Clad in the color midnight sky
Of October.
