A man walks down a beaten path.
His hands are worn and cracked,
haunted by the images of his past.
There's nothing left but to look back.
Standing incomplete and alone,
her leaves will fall no more
With all the things that she's been shown,
if only she had known before.
As the circle breaks the trend,
good things must always end.
You will see that life lives for you
and that you can transcend.
When you take the things you've found
and stop to look around,
you will see it's not the end
when the circle breaks the trend.
A soft wind blows and with it brings
the scenes of days long past.
When leaves were green and branches strong,
those days went by so fast.
As he walks a path leads to
an old friend he once knew
In this holy place he used to play
to wash all pain and fear away.
As the circle breaks the trend
good things must always end
you will see that life lives for you
and that you can transcend
when you take the things you've found
and stop to look around
you will see it's not the end
when the circle breaks the trend
He stops to rest and catch his breath
a leaf descends onto the ground
he then looks up, he's taken back
left in awe by what he's found
A better thing they could not find
as night proclaims the end of day
as he leaves this world behind
he's finally found the place he'll stay
As the circle breaks the trend,
good things must always end.
You will see that life lives for you
and that you can transcend.
When you take the things you've found
and stop to look around,
you will see it's not the end
when the circle breaks the trend.