Life has been put on hold For another quiet year Let the leaves of autumn cover up our fears. Our dismay will dwindle through the bare branches of the trees that are slowly dying waiting for a new commencement. As the cold air stings, we wait until the season seems right. We've oversome the defiant obstacle that kept a bottomless boundary But when the gray depression has left the skies and the flowers bloom, bringing essence to the lifeless land surrounding us. We'll find a new reason for a life that almost seemed incurable