Changes

Sit by my side, come as close as the air Share in a memory of gray Wander in my words and dream about the pictures That I play Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall To brown and to yellow they fade. And then they have to die, trapped within The circle time parade of changes Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind Visions of shadows that shine. Til one day I returned and found they were the Victims of the vines of changes SOLO Your tears will be trembling, now we're somewhere else, One last cup of wine we will pour And kiss you one more time, and leave you on The rolling river shores of changes. Sit by my side, come as close as the air Share in a memory of gray Wander in my words and dream about the pictures That I play of changes of changes From "True Voices"