In my youthful pride, I forgot how quickly death can take.
How he can come and then be done and leave destruction in his wake.
With bright eyes gleaming, I forgot how dark the night can be.
Then night came, with no stars beaming, and none could the dawn foresee.
Yet it was here, in this darkness, that the light began to shine.
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 9:01 PM UTC
In my youthful pride, I forgot how quickly death can take.
How he can come and then be done and leave destruction in his wake.
With bright eyes gleaming, I forgot how dark the night can be.
Then night came, with no stars beaming, and none could the dawn foresee.
Yet it was here, in this darkness, that the light began to shine.
