So as things must come to pass,
And day turns into night,
The flower withers with the grass
And shades have dimmed the light.
And over time the towers fall
The people do go on,
And even those who stood so tall
Don't live to see the dawn.
But the fact that there is light
Over the sky so blue
Gives them hope, and will to fight
And see the darkness through.
~~~ That was short. But I felt like writing a poem, so there you go. /smile