The Reaper, the void, the endless night

the things that fill the heart with fright

the time not spent

the living lost

letting go too great a cost

ashes dust and burning sand

desert, barren, empty lands

things the eyes will never see

things that now will never be

a dead man’s cries, a lover’s plea

are sounds that fall in broken dreams

and leave an echo vast and hollow

in pity, pride and fear we wallow

roots lie deep in hallowed ground

we try to keep from falling down

the destiny that never was

the ones we miss

the things we love

a day turned dark, a violent rain

the promise of an endless pain

beneath this heavy desperate weight

the day grows long, the hour late

time is not a friend to man

we run but in the end we stand

to face what we cannot avoid

and taste our portion of life’s joy

the last few drops are sweeter yet

and go down smoother than regret

one minute life’s a stately feast

the next- a snarling angry beast

if God is mercy, good and just

than we are more than scattered dust

and though the dark is closing in

new life we’ll have

through faith in Him…

a light, a beacon burning bright

until the end, for life we fight.