Ease

The wind blows her down

Like the last leaf of a dying tree

With it's out-stretched fingers towards the sky

Screaming to be free her memory lacks a little

But to her it's all the same... it's all the same

A pale orange sky tinged with a blood red lover

She won't remember that he's gone but to her it's all the same

Days to months, months to years

Tomorrow's yesterday only elevates her fears

So just let me go to ease your mind

Close your eyes I'll be there

When the cold wind cries