Feb. 15, 2001

Behind closed doors in the corner of my home

In deep darkness I always stand alone

Among remains of a life I once possessed

And all the happiness that I must confess

Now I'm the odd man out

There never really was a doubt

With all the secrets on the floor

And the emotion I can't express anymore

The lovely people who used to be my soul

Don't take any notice of me anymore

As the candle flickers soon it will burn out

Clutching the meaning of what it's all about

The leaves turn color as they fall from the tree

A symbolism that pertains only to me

If a bird in the hand's worth two in the bush

Than forgotten life's worth more if it's remembrance is pushed

Now I'm the odd man out

There never really was a doubt

With all the secrets on the floor

And the emotion I can't express anymore

As winter turns into the rainy spring

New life is brought back to everything

Lush and green and fed by the stream that flows

Which in turn is fed by the melting snows

As this symbolizes then so am I

Left in my own silence to slowly dry

And as the warmth returns to my face

I realize just how much I love this place

I'm no more the odd man out

And now I'm without a doubt

But as the summer ends

It all returns back to Autumn again