Hard earned tears can stand no ground,
we've fought through every line unsung,
but we listen so close for the echo of sound,
from a beating heart's last struggling hums.

Each gasp holds life, but not forever,
we give up a little more with each tick,
watching a sunset embark on it's endeavor,
to die and resurrect; breathe out, breathe in.  

It's funny how we can watch it leave,
and not give it a second thought,
because the fact of life is that the sun's death eve,
is only hours before it comes back to life.

And, yes, life is a golden token,
but sometimes it's not so great,
we'll leave with scratch marks on our coffins,
but we'll always remember the date.