Young Leaves

There's a shadow clinging lyrically by and by

to the devil on the roadside

there's an angel envious to mystery

like young leaves

there's a void begging desperate as a lie

for us to make it feel alive

and waiting on the world to lend a spirit

truly free and fragile as young leaves

there's a scar that in the dark is an empty hole

like a thousand stories begging not to go untold

but that in the light is a hidden dream

for our shallow lives be appeased

by nothing more than young leaves