Lauren B Called

(Motown)

9-19-92


It's that time of season
the saddest one of all
yet it's the happiest
my heart can recall
each year when it's all changing
the cool air tingles my skin
I'm not sure if it's longing or mourning
but the changes inside of me begin
We were born in the Autumn
children of circumstance
wanting our hearts wiped virgin clean
so our souls could be free to dance
form the first time that I saw you
I haven't been the same
through what seems a lifetime of trials
my heart still screams your name
days like this I can feel you everywhere
like I'm breathing you into me
you know sometimes I'd swear
that's the way you want me to see

Submitted: Friday, October 18, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013
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