I’m still standing here
Like I was the day before
The clouds and rain
Have come and passed
So know the sun shines so bright
It hurts my eyes
But I can’t move from here
Because my fear is my king
The smell of autumn
Tumbling leaves
The burning pumpkin fields
Are dying out
But I can see hope
And it’s very brown eyes
Still I’m standing here
Like I was the day before
Feeling very old
Because I refuse to grow
