Torn Apart

The fall is coming.
Dreams are falling.
Souls are bleeding.
Angels are sleeping.
The cold is feeling
Near.

The sun goes down,
Days are getting brown;
Wish you where here
And you're not even near
Me.

Your green blue eyes,
Are always walking skies:
I can never see them,
Forever I will search them
In vain.

My fall is coming.
My dreams are falling.
My soul is bleeding.
I'm cold and feeling
Inside.