Gazing through the window Watching leaves fall from the trees Reaching out for someone I know it all ends here. You are well dressed, yet pale in hue And tears pool beneath your trembling body. I hated myself as the world passed me by And now the morning has already died. See the old dead tree You can't bring it back to life So save your water For the ones which can still survive. The season of spring breathes new life And light fills the garden Though unspoken we both know There's no sunrise again.