"October"© 2001 Words and Music by S. Siegel In the Mists of the Early Mourn
I Feel For You
I remember Long ago In the Wake of Sorrow
Some things Come and some things Go
Without a season of their own
October is a time I remember
Before My Heart Grew Cold Like December
Chorus:
In October I Mourn the coming of the Storm
In October I Mourn the falling from the warm.
My Heart has not thawed like a time in May
But it is stuck in a place of the fallen and fey.
I lost My Heart in October
I now mourn because I'm older
My soul is scattered out through the trees
Leaves Fall like a Golden Rain
I only ask for that time again
Shattered remnants of a winter dance
A broken promise, a forgotten Glance
My soul is ripped away at the seams