WHAT IS LEFT?

When hopes have taken flight
When love is ever out of sight
What is left?

When the singer ceases to sing
When music no longer does ring
What is left?

When the night is a bad dream
When the moon and stars no longer gleam
What is left?

When the garden holds no flowers
When tears flow like autumn showers
What is left?

When the sea murmurs as in pain
When the birds sing not again
What is left?

When the fields are but weeds
When the forlorn heart bleeds
What is left?

When you walk away
That cold winter day
What is left?

When I am old and weary
I shall tell my story
Nothing is left.