Falling Street Song

Fall the pieces
Like the leaves
Like the snowflakes
And the flower petals
That float on the breeze

Fall the shapes
The colors on the wheel
The patterns in the grass
The shadows on the wall
Broken is how we feel

Fall the markers
The place book holders
The binders
The breakers burning
And rise again much older

Fall the phantom
The night terrors
The ghost of yore
The haunting voices
Of our past errors

Fall the wind
Make lack the sails
Driven no more forth
By the fear of winning
Or the salt when we fail