The autumn leaves fall to the ground,
Red and gold, they twirl around.
They say they’re sad, floating free,
But maybe that's just coming from me.
The seasons change, but some things stay,
Connections lost along the way.
The wind might whisper through the air,
But is it us who feel the despair?
Loneliness isn’t the falling leaves,
It’s what our hearts hold and believe.
In the crowd, we feel apart,
Wounds and pain stay in our hearts.
Through the rain, through the cold,
The weight inside is what takes hold.
Not the trees, not the skies,
It’s the feeling we carry inside.
We chase love and friendships near,
Hoping to fill the empty fear.
But like the stars, they fade away,
Leaving the night to have its say.
The seasons change, but some things stay,
Connections lost along the way.
The wind might whisper through the air,
But is it us who feel the despair?
Loneliness isn’t the falling leaves,
It’s what our hearts hold and believe.
In the crowd, we feel apart,
Wounds and pain stay in our hearts.
Through the rain, through the cold,
The weight inside is what takes hold.
Not the trees, not the skies,
It’s the feeling we carry inside.
Don’t blame the leaves or the blowing breeze,
It’s a feeling that comes with memories.
Every fall tells a tale we bear,
Of broken ties and what’s left there.
Loneliness isn’t the falling leaves,
It’s what our hearts hold and believe.
In the crowd, we feel apart,
Wounds and pain stay in our hearts.
Through the rain, through the cold,
The weight inside is what takes hold.
Not the trees, not the skies,
It’s the feeling we carry inside.