I walk along the crunchy path of leaves so old they’ll turn to ash, and soon shall winter bring its wrath, of snow and ice of loneliness, so now I must dare and ask if you’ll be brave and walk this path
your vision, your voice
I walk along the crunchy path of leaves so old they’ll turn to ash, and soon shall winter bring its wrath, of snow and ice of loneliness, so now I must dare and ask if you’ll be brave and walk this path