Treasure Island

Autumn Winds

(July 22 1993 / Sanfrancisco, California)

They're Gone


They're lost and gone
So long ago
Look up at the stars
And stare at the skies

Try and as me might
It evades us as we chase futilely
I hold the tide while you run

Don't think about it
It will only slow you down
Don't think about what you're leaving
And what there could be
Don't think about the consequences
And all you fought for

There's too much to clear
And we still have eternity
But eternity goes both ways

The leaves are falling
And the stars are gone
But the sun still rises and burns
Burns like we all do

Submitted: Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Edited: Sunday, November 17, 2013
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