Final Goodbye

Autumn leaves and fire,
The colors of goodbye.
Watch the smoke climb higher,
Stains on a blue sky.

The air turns cold,
The world gets old.
Seems you just can't take it.
You've just begun,
You look to the Sun,
And lo, you know you're gonna make it.

In an Earthly pyre,
Live while the wood dies.
Mark the angel's sigh.
He walks while the crows fly.

Wish we had more time
Gave it a good try.
At the end of the line,
Are we old skin for new wine?

You know you're gonna make it...
(Mark the angel's sigh)
You know you're gonna make it...



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Joseph Desmond
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