Would you walk with me
Another day
This day's turned grey
What to say
I know it's selfish
And it is
But what of mirth
To live, to say
Am I right, and
Could I know?
I have to hope,
We won't grow old.
You see, we are
But candles burning.
And some flames burn out
Some are for showing
And that is sad, another day
Dusty,  and then, thrown away.
But let's not tarry..
These are yours within self
Tears so borne,
To help to melt.
There are words,
Used to define it
I know them not
I'll not deny it.
I know hope,
And I'll try courage
Ropes that bound,
Are now forth flowing
Ever more and to attach
I just hope to lessen cracks
Woe for joy and bad for good
Snow for gripes
Toys for tykes
Glad for hikes
I stood for fights.

But maybe candles burn at different speeds
And maybe they plateau
All there is is hope
All there is is hope