I speak no words nor make no sound
I am autumn leaves upon the ground
The footsteps that I once did tread
Are only memories hanging by a thread
No earthly woes, heartache or pain
I'm one of many gentle drops of rain
I'm a haunting echo do not cry for me
I recline on clouds that set me free
When in your heart a church bell rings
I am not sleeping, It's me that sings
I'm many colours, a rainbow that grows
My cup that was empty it now overflows
My dwelling place is devoid of sorrow
I'll bid you welcome in your tomorrow.
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