By: One yet within the morning light
Many days go slipping by
Quickly as we wonder why
Wherefore goes the time that’s lost?
As we ponder aging's cost
All we’ve worked for just like sand
Slipping softly through our hands
Long before we first draw breath
Already we are bound for death
Every moment yet un-cast
Ever built upon the past
All alone we wander through
All the things we failed to do
Standing in the twilight hour
Watching night, the day, devour
Knowing all will soon be gone
Nothing left but hope of dawn
Life as such it ever is
Is lost amidst our hubris
But even as the shadows gather
Under Night Mares streaming lather
Undaunted gather we once more
Daring death itself to war
For though our end can naught but come
As all life's parts achieve their sum
And though our fight may gain no more
Then seconds add to our score
We still must stand against the dusk
And cleave to life within this husk
For life's not measured in its length,
~ or what you had to give
But just how hard, with what you had,
~ you truly tried to live
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