Holding On

Slowly the lights dim, but surely,
Slowly the fire flickers, to extinguish,
Slowly distances grow, move away,
Slowly the fog thickens, solidifies.

Soon the mist will fall, blinding,
Soon the picture will fade, to nothing,
Soon the tears will dry, numbess,
Soon the smiles will forget, the reasons.

One day the memory will fail, some day,
One day the heart will stop, to ache,
One day the roads will diverge, separate,
One day the trails will disappear, new paths.

Then we will reminisce, sometimes,
Then we will wonder, where all went,
Then we will let the tears fall, for loss,
Then we will try to hold on, for the last spark.

So now is the time to fuel, the flickering fire,
Now the bridges must be built, to meet ends,
Now there must be new paint, on fading pictures,
And now is when I hold on, reach out, to my people.