It has faded

In the last few months

 

Old faces going away

 

Slipping through time

 

Into a black hole

 

With a sun

 

The kind of fade

 

Fading away

 

Clearing stuff out

 

And revealing a land

 

Covered in scars

 

Nobody knew

 

Nobody could see

 

Yet the land was drying up

 

The well had only a few feet

 

It was not the change

 

Not the expectation

 

And I'm standing

 

Strong

 

And moving forward

 

With my oars

 

And a weight on my shoulders

 

Shining

 

I do.