I walk by myself thorugh shifting shadows.
I see not God by my side.
Strength alone is my staff,
And it is rapidly waning.
It seems as if pride will be my doom.
The thought leaves no fear, only a little dread.
For it is not something I look for.
But it is not something I avoid.
The only fear is the unknown.
There is so much I do not know.
My passions though cooled are not spent.
And color sometimes seeps through the gray.
Embers can flare.
Raindrops can make rainbows.
My time has not ended yet.
Friendship and love have always been beside me.
Especially since Iíve known you all.
It is a strength I am unused to.
An armor Iím sometimes unaware.
I cherish the times we walk together.
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