Time marches on, with each step I take, As memories of youth begin to fade.

I walk alone on a road of red
As autumn leaves fall crisp and old.
Time marches on, with each step I take,
As memories of youth begin to fade.

The leaves, they rustle at my feet,
A symphony of life, so bittersweet.
For with each leaf that falls to the ground,
A part of me, too, begins to drown.

The colors of the leaves, they change,
From green to red, to orange, so strange.
A reminder that the years go by,
And with them, my youth begins to die.

But as I walk, I hold my head high,
For in the autumn, beauty still lies.
Though the road ahead may be uncertain,
I’ll face it with grace, with each step I turn.

For though I walk alone, I am not alone,
For the memories of youth, they have grown,
Into a tapestry of life, so rich,
That guides me on, with each step I switch.

So I’ll walk on, with each leaf that falls,
Embracing the beauty of autumn’s calls,
And though I may be getting older,
I’ll find solace in the memories that hover.