La Fugacité

Whisper tenderly in my ear
Your plan on how to cross the bridge
Tell me without a trace of fear
Why the world's painted in this tinge
Of lost, of man, of dashing hope
Too few, when hurt, hold on to heart
Their only hand, onto the rope
From whence they came, back to the start.
This said with tears streaming down cheeks
The prayer to escape your shade
Will save you from the pain which seeks
The end of what will one day fade
Anyway.