On my way

Autumn’s end is drawing near,

I’m searching for my way,

a thousand colored leaves fall down,

like hopes from yesterday.

Days go by and hours fade,

every minute paints anew,

the world reflects inside of me,

as I keep on changing too.

I don’t yet see which way to go,

but my soul has whispered long ago,

that on the path I feel within,

the light will be waiting there for me.

When autumn ends, then winter comes,

but I’m not afraid like I once was,

from silence, a new direction’s born,

and I know my path lives on in me.

I don’t yet see which way to go,

but my soul has whispered long ago,

that on the path I feel within,

the light will be waiting there for me.