Time Has Won:

With the light now gone

From this weary travelers home,

There remains nothing but blackness…oh blackness

to call my own.

Cruel unto, and laying open oh oozing wound,

Culling despair from a crying heart,

with singular sighs of solitude.

Onward into the night my cries they go,

limping forth on broken notes

and into the blackness of this accursed dark.

so curse this darkness, which surrounds again,

Oh, curse this curse from broken spirit within,

For I fail and falter, I no longer see,

I am worn smooth by anger

And overcome by the heaviness of the dying sea.

For there is nothing…nothing, it is all is for naught,

Faith has been trampled,

And my wretched soul bought.

I looked up to see hope in the rising sun,

But the darkness of night had hope on the run.

Now linger do I,

Beneath a dark and faithless sky,

nevermore to see again.

For time has won,

And life, oh precious life,

Has fallen beneath

the dying sun.

J. Allen Wilson © 2004