Appalachia

Oh the sweet autumn leaves
They are turning black and leaving me
Shriveled and sad in the mud
Can it change you?

"Let things be," she said
As I rip the twigs off the branch
Let it leave you all the same
Cause you can't break free of it

Sitting under an oak in the rain
Holding my knees to feel safe
Looking up at the sky
Can it change you?

Look at a stream, it's only a mirage
Dip my feet in to feel calm
I am different now, I can feel the change
Cause you can't break free of it