Galloping Freedom - Canvas

Misty Fall of Time As we drift in the misty fog, Time slowly passes us by. The air is crisp, the forests tall, The misty fall of time. Lies, secrets, painful truths revealed, A life that seemed so proud and strong. Suddenly, these walls come crumbling down, Like the fall of misty fog. A storm of emotions around, The leaves fall from the trees. Heartache and pain, it lingers on and on, The misty fall of time. by AI F. Scott Fitzgerald