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…New England is calling for rebirth…



My eyes are captured by early Autumn sunlight

Blessing the slowly dying leaves off branches

On the outskirts of the town

While the wind blows lightly

From the lungs of the creator

That wills us to be



…New England is calling for rebirth…



The diminutive dam in the river acts as a wall

Holding back the memories of the past

The small towns’ streets are laden with tears from the past

The factory…that old axe factory

Stands as strong as the day it was built

But as the decades passed

Its walls were forgotten and abandoned

From the outside it looks empty and uninviting

Yet the inside of that building offers knowledge on the past

And its walls possess keys into a different world we have never known



…New England is calling for rebirth…



I often walk these late November nights alone at night

Listening to nothing but the wind calling out the names of the towns’ founding fathers

And the crunching of the dead leaves below my frostbitten feet

Just wishing that you were here by my side to join me on this endless Autumn expedition



…New England is calling for rebirth…



You’re off somewhere where the leaves don’t change colors this time of year

And the hustle and bustle of the city is so loud that you can’t even hear yourself think or talk

You’re off somewhere where the only person people care about is themselves

And you’ve forgotten what forests and animals even look like

You need to get out of the old and come into the new

I need someone with me to share this splendid, stunning view

I want that someone…to be you



…New England is calling for rebirth

New beginnings for the planet Earth

New England is calling for rebirth

New beginnings for the planet Earth…