Changing of the Leaves
The days were unnumbered, nobody cared,
Once a child I had nothing to fear,
The years that passed were something I had beared,
My life is something that I will hold dear,
"No longer a child," I told myself,
My father had left me at the mountain,
My father's proudness was told by himself,
My tears could have come out like a fountain,
While this was one of many instances,
Instances where I wish I was still young,
I wish life had given me more chances,
I was speaking my heart without a tongue,
While there were many times I felt older,
This one weighs in my heart's open folder.