Wisdom of the Falling Leaves

Winds, frigid rain, accents to my soul
Each arrow's knowledge gained, regardless what they stole

The sights I've seen
The cries I've heard
The torment witnessed
The peace I've earned can never be yours

The years deceive us, and make us forget
Our vibrant past, and solemn regret
The leaves are falling, their song I must heed
The sages speak, their knowledge need

And as their arrows seek ground
My flesh embraces every piercing round
I am finally set free
Keep close my memory

Winds, frigid rain, accents to my soul
Each arrow’s knowledge gained, regardless what they stole

The sights I've seen
The cries I've heard
The torment witnessed
The peace I've earned can never be yours