Autumn Cascade (for A Day)
You pave a way through thick, stale air,
Shower a maiden rain.
And in this cascade of memories you wonder
What is a day?
Like this feels, nothing ever will.
Life reveals, kicks in and heals me for a day.
So I guess I paved my way,
Never questioning means nor meaning
And in this cascade of memories, aching for significance,
What is a day?
When doubt creeps to the surface, with sunlight brushed away,
Then, in these lonely moments, tell me, what is a day?
Like this feels, nothing ever will.
Life reveals, kicks in and heals me for a day.
Like this feels (without a word or whisper) nothing ever will.
Life reveals (without a what or why) He walks in and heals me for a day.
