Change it comes can be seen in them trees
change it comes with the blowing of the leaves
change it comes when all leaves be gone
cold gray branches rotting in the sun
change it bears the earths floor cold
change it has come the earth is sold

change it comes the earths sky black
change it comes upon my bent tired back
change it comes my hardened heart grey
cold gray brokenhearted scared to stay
change it bears another sun to see
change it has come far too late for me

written by megan van pelt