Autumn breathes like a fresh wind of nostalgia
The leaves I lay in, remind of younger times,
Where I rested my head as a kid, never afraid of the bugs that might roam
Never had a chance I’d get scared at all the things that were in my home
Never was afraid that something was under my bed,
Only afraid of the words that were left unsaid

I didn’t have the worse childhood; I can tell you this,
But as someone who is emotional, I needed to emotionless,
When they always said, I could tell them everything, if it bothered me,
When it came push to shove, they shoveled me

So there I lay still in the autumn season,
Where I close my eyes and think of all the reasons,
Why autumn becomes my favorite evening,
Cause of the child that still feels welcome, warmth and soothening
For I can’t remember I felt that nowadays, it’s fleeting.

But autumn brings up the melodramatic in me,
I’m sure I’m fine as I’ll ever be,
As long as there were a country,
That would have the autumn season all year,
So I’d be welcome, warm, and happy forever.