Mountains of Time
Our time of youth fades
Like the sun setting behind the mountains of time
The good times we had are mere memories
In the endless sea of the past.
Now we creep cautiously into the future
Unsure and afraid of that which we cannot name
But don't worry,
For night is short and the darkness will soon be over.
Dawn will come and the sun will rise again,
Shedding light on all the uncertainties of that which lies before us
And we walk bravely into the future
Until the day the sun sets on this life
And rises again in the next.