Sometimes br I’m a fragile autumn leaf br Blowing through your city br And crumbling at your door. br br Theirs is nothing br I can do anymore br To change who I am br Or to alter how I feel, br To disguise my face br Or conceal my tears. br br I’ve only lived br To write a few poems br And to walk the streets br That witnessed our love. br br When these limited days br Have vanished br Like a waking dream, br My sad voice br Will still be heard. br br I hope you listen.