Something To Say

Yet another Summer to come and go My open arms welcome winds that blow The cool breeze that brings the Fall The whistling wind, my name, will call Trails of smoke will fade away But a lasting impression, here to stay Breathing slows, mind will wander With all these faces comes a sonder Que Sera Sera This is my last hurrah Whatever will be, will be Even if I cannot see Breath in, hold it, let it go Gotta surrender to the flow I’ll fall down to the bottom Corners of my mind Breathing muffles every sound Watch me tr...