I'm a child of winter
Born the first day of the year.
But September when it comes
Is my favorite time of the year.
It's September when I come into being.
My spirit soars and I find peace.
I feel closer to the heavens
I find my inner self and I'm at ease.
I love the Winter and the gently falling snow
And the trees and flowers awakening in Spring.
Summer I sit and watch the clouds go by
Just waiting for the Fall.
And September when it comes
Is the loveliest month of all.
September's like a light inside a dark room
Behind a door I closed forever
Shining on all the memories
I never wanted to bring out of there.
I cannot be who I once was
But a freespirit beckons me
As the leaves turn red and gold
And dreams again become reality.
My past is catching up with me
I now see it there before me.
I can no longer run but as I slowly walk
Ahead of me I see familiar faces
Of those who wait for me.
The child I was is the child that I will be.
It matters not what I have done.
My past is in the future now
In September...when it comes.
