Hunting

HUNTING

Falling leaves and you’re down to the ground

you see flowing tears

do you hear their cold sound?

You feel growing fear,

you’re down on your knees

while blowing wind

made you stumble and cry

Like a dying breed

breathing for the last time

they will fall asleep

and seal their doom

Whatever breaks you down

whatever caused these tears

you never have to hide

you will show them

How to win

though you’re losing it all

that you’re safe ‘cause you know they might fall

like falling leaves down

on the cold ground

they are new life growing in you

like growing fear

when they’re facing you

Whatever breaks you down

whatever caused

these tears

you never have to hide

you will show this time

Now there’s nothing that you wouldn’t do

to prove

that you’re alive

and your mind is made up

you won’t stop this time

Wherever they may hide

the hunting now has just begun.