The Weak End

The dark is always coldest before dawn as the day is slowly drawn

Sunlight and daybreak expose all the wrongs

From the night before, we wanted so much more

Now all we crave is rest and retreat

Give me rust over gold like a strength when I'm old

A balance between the light and dark and a cause to uphold

Give me love over hate, a meaningful fate

And an honest and humble ability to appreciate

Loss is always hardest at the start as it breaks the heart

And severs the ties of what once was