Golden Times

With a burst of cold wind
As the night fades through
I am left on my own
Clinging to hopes of you

Six great seeds of disdain
Against what once was we
It's funny how it crumbles
So easily

I can't wait for the sun
To bring another day
For now I lie in wait

Have the changes passed by
Or are these golden times
Much too good to last?

As I wander, wide awake
About my certain fate
How can I redirect this road?
How can I escape?

Looking out to the distance
I think I can see through
Tidal waves come crashing down
No more hope...