Maybe when September comes,
I won’t feel so much pain,
And when the leaves receive their gold,
I too something will gain.
Maybe when September comes,
My mind will start to clear;
I’ll forget everything that passed
In the fateful mid-year.
Maybe when September comes,
My scars will start to fade,
And as the air turns crisp and cold,
I won’t feel so betrayed.
Maybe when September comes,
My lucky stars will shine,
And through the lonely nights, I’ll dream
Of all that once was mine.
Maybe when September comes,
I’ll find an open door
That leads me back to summer so
You’ll come to me once more.





