As if time falls still
And my heart aches
To see the dawn of a new day
I know however that I will

You might've met me young
When the leaves fell with the wind
You met me in autumn not spring
Yet I know I'll find in you the one

Someday when the doubts no longer trouble
My mind with its questions half-said
I shall find joy in even a hellscape
And there will be pinks too, not just reds

In this canvas of my life's sketch
The strokes I try to fix and make
In midnight hours they figure it out
Leaving me with strange wonder

Then what were my troubles all about?