Tales Told

Here I am 
Receiving gifts that autumn brings 
Time's a thief, a gasp 
Who's sprinter comes on frozen wings 

Now I know 
That time for telling tales is gone 
Far from home 
Still a brother, once a son 

Little one 
You're the hope they can't destroy 
Even when the strangers come 
You know, you'll always be your father's boy