Like the last leaf on a windy Autumn day,
I hang on, fragile but courageously,
Waiting for the day to come.
When the wind will stop blowing,
So that I can be at peace.
At peace with myself and everything around me,
At peace with the world and all that it bears .
Hanging onto a hope that is based on dreams.
Hoping that my dream of surviving all adversity,
Will finally be realised.
But alas the wind is too strong,
And like all other leaves before me,
I begin to sing.
Sad, lost, and filled with despair
No one to comfort me.
No one to care.
No one to say, hang in there, be strong.
So I’ll whisper my goodbyes, and sing,
My sweet song.
