The leaves are falling
And emotion keeps me crawling
Crawling towards a grave
Or maybe,
To be saved
How should I know?
When life is simply a show
Smells of cider drift through the air
How will I ever care?
When comfort takes despair
And makes life a soothing home here
This dusty road is long
And is leading me on
Should my ambitions be gone?
Should I still want to live on?
When no one can understand what went wrong
The comforts of fall
remind me of it all
And how lonely feelings abound
When your pushed to the ground
By all that surround
How can I stand tall?
When appearances rule them all.
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Jessica Burby
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