What will you leave In your falling shadows Could it be the echo Of the rustling leaves? Through your eyes flow the Golden thread of the light Uncertainty lays Behind the moon lit forest Sleep tight as the Cobalt blue fills the sky With the cold morning fog Wandering in the grey empty fields Nothing will remain What will you leave In your falling shadows Slight sounds in the wind Dispersed but still here Remember how the sun lit the room The smooth wooden floor The cold air from the window Remember how the sun lit the room The smooth wooden floor The cold air from the window And the shadows swayed in the night