You'll eventually lose
And be left with the wind
And little else
Beyond the tears
The sounds of summer
So sweet to the ear
But the sky is dark
And you and I both know
The leaves are turning grey
I wish I could have
I wish that I had
Because little stands In place of you
You tore my soul
Ripped a gash
I stood in two
I could have been dead
While the river ran pink