Terms Will Come

Memories will fade and soon all will be lost

Like leaves that cascade and clouds that go off

Off in the blue, evaporating like a breath in the air

Everything will leave and will end up nowhere

Can't find yourself anywhere

Once you reach the holy white

You realize you didn't do anything right

Flowers don't always bloom and balloons don't always float

We all come tumbling down a shivering slope

You find the peace within yourself that the day might be your last

What's done is done, time has passed

Come to terms that you will be gone

Loves will remember but soon

They'll too be lost