The Coming Dawn (Thanatopsis)

As the dew turns into frost There is something that I hope will Not be lost The leaves will change, they'll start To fall I still wonder if it mattered much at All When my world starts to fade I can only hope that every choice I Made Will endure, and carry on ... into the Coming dawn The breezes blow, soft clouds drift By Like some artists' canvas captured in My eye I am sure, I'm holding fast I am dying for a lifetime that will last But when my world, starts to fade I'm still hoping this foundation that I Laid Will endure, and carry on ... into the Coming dawn