November Days - The Origin

My wandering mind brings me to face with you.

Trying to find the truth- the truth is so hard to find.

Up until dawn, trying to figure out what’s wrong in my life,

Then the wind could sing me to sleep with a lullaby.

Big branches bring shelter,

Fall down and catch me under.

Long footsteps push forward,

Little brother, bring me homeward.

Deep into blue, oh how I loved the streets

A circus with no trapeze,

The truth wasn’t hard to find.

People around danced as the rain came pouring down,

Leaving our tracks in frozen ground with arms around the moon.

Big branches bring shelter,

Fall down and catch me under.

Long footsteps push forward,

Oh brother, bring me homeward.

Racing ahead can make you fall far behind,

I mean down in your soul not in your mind.

Bring me to telegraph.