Left Behind; Not Forgotten

The old path of Spring Has solemnly been covered Stones hidden under Snow It has long since suffered Through the Seasons-- I've traveled upon it Your hand in my own But it doesn't seem to fit Kisses of innocence Have turned bitter and sour Winter is arriving And it's the darkest hour And you've grown colder This trek is now haunted The leaves has fallen You have gotten what you wanted And beneath the snow I know the path is there But I turn my back For I no longer care.