Fall Turned To Winter

I've spent a lifetime dreaming and
I've spent a lifetime thinking that
I could be something that I'm not
when all along never really liking
who or accepting what I was

Then she died of cancer and fall turned to winter

My disposition got worst never better
I would not look into a mirror or take a picture
What I saw was me but it looked like someone that I did not know

in my mind I thought I could change
I could be the one that I admired
I could be a knight or a star
I could be someone's lover

Then he had a heart attack and fall turned to winter

Why when I start to feel like someone that I'm not
I'm always reminded
When someone takes a photograph
And I see who I really am
On the outside a shell a body and a face
If someone who should see
That this is not the real me
That the picture is not complete

Then you died in a car and fall turned to winter

And another part of me was taken from the picture
And I grew tired and I grew weary
The photographs began to turn dark and ugly
I did not like what I saw but it was me
Losing all the parts that were attractive
To time and to the people who I had lost
That were so dear to me
I came here as a child I leave here as a man
Never learning the difference
Never being who I am
But always wanting to be more

Then I died

Robert