Autumn leaves fall from the tree
And quickly grow anew
The supple branches hang hope in me
A youth of an age without true

The old leaves seem to blame us
For the mess they left behind
Laying on the ground they give no trust
Soon buried down, unable to find

One day I’ll join them and see
While we crash upon the ground
But now I’ll try to save this tree
And find the hope that no one’s found