The leaves dropped there tears.

The leaves dropped their tears.

I love the woods; they are so dark and deep. But I do have one promise I will keep. I will try to make it before I go to sleep. The woods are chilly on my cheeks, and I love it when the leaves weep. I can hear the branches crackling beneath my feet. But when it rains, the leaves drop their tears. So I carry many fears. But if you listen to the breeze, you can hear in your ears all the things that are meant to be for me. But I will always love you and that's my promise I will keep.