Providence

That which fades awayWill not stay the sameIn your night you trampled on the flameReckless haste before an amenBurning your wise menIn search of fools gold in deserted landscapesStill rambling onIndulging in your thirstLaid aside salt when kneeling by the waterNot to hear or never to speak firstThat which fades will not stay the sameNot to hear or never to speak firstThe storm ends my way at the dusk of dayTriumph in song or defeatRetrieve the bitter or the sweetWould you bury the old or the young instead?Answered in questions or yet unsaid?That which faded did not stay the sameIn black night you may have found a flameWhile these golden plates are now emptiedYou're most welcome to the house of griefTriumph in song or defeatRetrieve the bitter or the sweet