Young Leaves

There's a shadow clinging lyrically by and by

To the devil on the roadside

There's an angel envious of mystery

Like young leaves

Like young leaves

There's a void begging desperate as a lie

For us to make it feel alive

And waiting on the world to lend a spirit

Truly free and fragile as young leaves

There's a scar that in the dark is an empty hole

Like a thousand stories begging not to go untold

But in the light is a hidden dream

For our shallow lives to be appeased

By nothing more than young leaves