November is wasting, the days disappear,
A heart searching, plays out the year.
A tear falling into the evening,
Hope is waiting forever dreaming.
And the sky darkens to night again,
Can we no longer dream
Of life and love, as we did then.
Can we no longer dream.
All the tomorrows, bright in array,
As nebulous ambitions vanish away
With the morning mists in the winter sun.
Another regret has just begun.
Ever forward we are drawn to sun's setting,
Through Time's tortured corridors, coldly slipping.
Clawing and grasping to hold to the promise.
Hope is fading seeing the sun rise.