Before They Cross Into The Dust

Staring through tears The grave is equal and just Reflections of a lifetime Fading and turning to rust Our memories are leaves On the wind’s decaying gusts Waiting for the stillness Before they cross into the dust Holding back the tears Until the pale light of dusk Every memory grows dim Leaving exhaustion and rust Our memories are leaves Floating on the cusp Waiting for the stillness Before they cross into the dust In the thin morning light Memory awakes each day Everything stays quiet Everyone has gone away Memories of the broken Hang like smoke above the flame Everything feels hopeless Everyone fears pain Watching through tears As pale lights fade at dusk Every memory blurs Then soon becomes rust Our memories are leaves Hanging on a cross of trust Waiting on the stillness Before they cross into the dust Our memories betray us Before they cross into the dust Before they cross into the dust