As the days grow long and the nights turn cold,
There is no promise of tomorrow told.
Through the ages and the stories that we would tell,
Our times of greatness and the times we fell.

Lessons of the old shall spring forth the new,
As the tides of change come to rest.
The monsters we were but saviours we claim,
Building our thrones as the innocent wept.

The sheep scatter as the wolves run freely,
Rounding about their claim for feast.
They eat in delight although never satisfied,
Hunting the rest, the nature of beasts.

Deep in the valleys our minds do wander,
We come to know ourselves in the low.
As we make our climb up mountains of splendor,
We forget who we are and the low that we know.

Take heed in the present day, and every minute played,
Soak in precious moments like cold rain on summer day.
Let dreams be guides like shining stars ever in sight,
Let them be ever changing, giving away new light.

But, we all must witness our light fall into darkness,
The perils that shape, break, build, and weaken.
For what is good to us can so quickly be taken,
Or bring us where we need like oncoming season.

At the end of our journey on the edge of the earth,
Time will stand still and not a minute to be sold.
Embarking in past memory, to bring final meaning,
As we see there is no promise of tomorrow told.