The day is near when your happiness will burn,
Engulfed it will turn it black, not as before never
Will it grow back. As the days move on sorrow
Replaces that now in black.

Your joy will be ashes in your hands, blown in to
The wind, it was never yours to give, now no others
Will benefit, as the winds have hidden it changing
Every moment never to let you get it back.

Love was the last, the hardest to take, but under
Foot buried in lava, over time melting the feeling
That once resided, now after time the heart is weak,
And love has left this ash filled heart it as suffocated,
Not a breath of love flowed back.