Fallen Petals
The fallen petals
Waving sadly by the wind
The glory of youth
Once the talk in the mind
Planted, harvested and used
When old hits the wrinkled lines
It is torn into parts leaving the pack
Waving soulless hitting the soft grass
The fallen petals
The lost of youth
The time of being used
Leaving the stage with sorrow and sadness
One way or another we are
The corrupted mind letting astray
Astride on the good and bad.........
Waving sadly by the wind
Waving sadly by the wind
The glory of youth
Once the talk in the mind
Planted, harvested and used
When old hits the wrinkled lines
It is torn into parts leaving the pack
Waving soulless hitting the soft grass
The fallen petals
The lost of youth
The time of being used
Leaving the stage with sorrow and sadness
One way or another we are
The corrupted mind letting astray
Astride on the good and bad.........
Waving sadly by the wind
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