Remorse change our thoughts each day,and we end up feeling sad, but loosing isn’t hard when you lose gracefully, and the memories you cant take away.
Loosing isn’t hard when we lose gracefully,
In shifting times when we are low,
For we too shall fade in seclusion and decay,
And feel remorse for the loss to know.
We share the same sorrow mingled with fire,
Made in vain assay by those who pray?
Louder in heart wailing to tears and fear,
And hope certainly, our beloved would stay.
Beneath the crouch breathe our thoughts go,
From lovely lips to hurtful wounds decent,
Our grief’s in measures toils for tomorrow,
That from the pain vintage time is spent.
The ebbing cloth is spread where we stand,
When in life all that seemed good turned clay,
And memories carried long upon the strand,
For waves to wash them gentle away.
Change to things of truth so immortalize,
And so do thoughts die and lay in the dust,
Leaving a portrait in frame to eternize,
The names we know beloved and blest.
When in remorse shall all our joy subdue?
Hope in ceaseless tempest bewitch civility,
Thoughts lie silent will later renew,
In those whose eyes we see the victory.