Time has a way of stealing away love.
It corrodes from the outside to within.
Now it becomes hard to decipher
What is virtue and what is sin.
There are countless people who say they love,
Though hate eats away their souls as they grin,
Whereas those people who profess to scorn,
Have compassion housed deep within,
And what I see all around me
Is a hollowed belief caving in.
Through this tumbling sanctuary of dreams,
This exhausted race to figure it all,
You have been the constant,
You have been my wherewithal.
You are my Atlas,
My valiant mark,
You are the candle
Shining in my dark.
Life says, all changes, everyone will leave;
You disproved, and I go on to believe.