“Yet I Hope, Yet I Pray.”

In the autumn of my days
The leaves fall wherever they may
My blond hair has turned gray
Not sure what’s in store today
Perhaps dreaming will come my way

Gone are many of my yesterdays.
Yet I hope, yet I pray.

Polaroid stills of some memories sting
Looking for pastel blossoms of spring
Soon winter’s breath will eventually bring
Eventually, my art shall take wing
Encased within another’s voice, they sing

Gone are many of my yesterdays.
Yet I hope, yet I pray.

My dreams caught within a maze
This truth has me completely dazed
My mind’s eye pierces the haze
Heart’s love is no passing phase
Its warm glow and healing rays

Gone are many of my yesterdays.
Yet I hope, yet I pray.

Wasted in sorrow, darkness, and loss
Death eventually covers all in moss

Leaving behind a string or two
For another weaver to start anew

My dream, she shall eventually return
Hidden wisdom for all to learn

I have sacrificed much in life
Without the love from a wife

Gone are many of my yesterdays
Perhaps, eventually, she’ll come my way

Sins from another I’ll never own
Yet I’m imperfect, living life alone

In the autumn of my days
The leaves fall wherever they may
My blond hair has turned gray
Not sure what’s in store today
Perhaps dreaming will come my way

Gone are many of my yesterdays.
Yet I hope, yet I pray.

Polaroid stills of some memories sting
Looking for pastel blossoms of spring
Soon winter’s breath will eventually bring
Eventually my art shall take wing
Encased within another’s voice they sing

Gone are many of my yesterdays.
Yet I hope, yet I pray.

My dreams caught within a maze
This truth has me completely dazed
My mind’s eye pierces the haze
Heart’s love is no passing phase
Its warm glow and healing rays

Gone are many of my yesterdays.
Yet I hope, yet I pray.