Drifting on through the autumn lean
Memories take a toll
Strip the bark from the evergreen
Find my errant soul
Charcoal and stone from a life unremembered
Visions I’d scattered alone
Cut like a knife through this fog that I gathered
Prodigal son, atone
Found Myself This Autumn
Drifting on through the autumn leanMemories take a tollStrip the bark from the evergreenFind my errant soulCharcoal and stone from a life unrememberedVisions I’d scattered aloneCut like a knife through this fog that I gatheredProdigal son, atone
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