As leaves fall like softened dynamite,
My heart goes to yours and holds onto it;
Delighted, I know you’d never let go,
I stretch my hand, mine and yours again meet.
Then I got delight was just pain’s disguise
And that when the last time our shoulders touched, Your distant hand never reached out for mine
Though we stood close, you had already left.
Then I got my soul still loved your raw heart;
How twisted and cold are the jokes of love That if one day all we can see is dark, Again, the other day we search for more.
But for us to see true light, other words Shall we listen to and have to be sought.