yellow leaves. 

  Henry said that he was flying 
  he must go on with too new wings
  with his new eyes he cannot see 
  the loneliness his living in
  days were falling in a dream 
  like those blind lovers in their hell
  "I miss you so, I love you so"
  words like yellow leaves
  every time Henry goes out  
  under the rain annoyed by the sun
  he’s always letting everybody down
  with words like yellow leaves
  sitting nowhere trying to do
  something productive he realised:
  "I don’t have anything to do, 
  just saying words like yellow leaves"