Life with you scares me good. This is the season where the cool winds gust with the aroma of wood fires that brings the feeling from the dust the familiar yet strange reminiscence of a dragging time I lost it all a time that seemed cold as forever down so low I could only crawl. Life with you scares me good. If we make it through this season we'll be good to go for another year please don't misunderstand the reason the winds that carry chill and scent of fires burning across September's empty places remind me of a desperate yearning... a time of lost dreams, a composition of alone where I needed you, but didn't know you yet because God said it wasn't time for us but still a barrier, I cannot forget when the first chill comes sweeping on into October evenings' burning wood, if we make it to November, if you can stay through something I can't let go away life with you won't scare me so good. |