AUTUME

THE CRISP AUTUME AIR SOURNDS ME
AS THE SUNLIGHT HITS MY FACE
ANOTHER AUTUME IS HERE
ANOTHER YEAR ALMOST GONE
AS THE LEAVES CHANGE INTO A SEA OF COLORS
AS THE AUTUME AIR RACES PAST
SEND LEAVES IN A THOUSAND DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS
LOOKING UP AT THE SKY AS THE CLOUDS ROLL IN
THERE IS NO SUNLIGHT
THE ONCE BLUE SKY IS COVERED
AS I REALIZE THAT WE ALWAYS CAN’T SIT AND WAIT
WAIT FOR A SUNNY DAY
WAIT FOR A BLUE SKY
AUTUME HAS TAUGHT ME THAT WAITING FOR SOMETHING YOU WANT
WILL BE LIKE WAITING FOR A BLUE SKY ON A COLD AUTUME DAY
WHEN THE CLOUDS ROLL IN ON YOUR LIFE
DON’T WAIT FOR THE SUN TO COME TO YOU
GO OUT AND CHASE THE SUN TO SHINE ON TO YOU