Ghost Beneath Weeping Skies

As the seasons change and leaves fall to the ground. I feel the

cool breeze tossing my hair, spinning round. Reflecting on memories of trust that

I lost. The cost of our love. Man, I'm counting the

cost. Broken dreams scattered across the autumn leaves. Echos in my

heart, whispering, "Please don't deceive." So I'll love you from afar

with shadows in my soul. Can't forget the way you made me feel whole.

But you'll never know the beauty in those stolen sighs. For now,

I'm just a ghost beneath these weeping skies. I can't take