I look into the eyes of days gone by,
There is little there but pain;
No substance of hope although I try,
Sunshine drowned by the rain.
Clinging to words, phrases from the past,
Vanity, all vanity, is all hope lost;
As a withered soul, an eternal heart fast,
Loss of faith leads to ultimate cost.
Faith waning, desperately gasping for air,
Life light fading to barely a spark;
Searching for strength, needing His care,
Mankind's remnant on a sinking ark.
Yet losing is not the same as lost,
Faith's salvation looms in the mist.