She takes my hand
There are many hills
To climb
Hope recedes
Happiness crawls away
We take the powder
All that is true
And real
October fades
Into winter
We will sleep
Dream and trip
Mother goes
Father stays
So many things
To forget and swallow
We will climb
The hill of hope
October ends soon
November will
Bring sparrows and magpies
Stars and clouds
The leaves fall
We will forever climb.
