The Soft Leaves
Mild Violence
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The Soft Leaves
From the flowers, to the bees, so sweet like honey
Running down the trees in a place not far from here
You were my power, energy, this perfect moment, memory
It got swept in the breeze, and love turned to fear.
The wind in the towers, hands on keys, I'm begging, help me please
There has to be a way out that we're all yet to see
It is destruction, effigy, remorse with no remedy
I don't envy the leaves that took you from me.