grasping only as it fades the simple truth we lost as hours turned to days and in the afterglow it seemed the wishing well is full of worthless currency condemned to watch the whole charade the monuments of man fall into decay the promise grand in golden script the night in all its gray and sorrow dispossess a mirror to the other side we are only blind their teeth can only gnash your eyes if you let them smile they see their will in the eyes of the broken and raise a glass in the din of the fray we re only staring down the face of the olden scorching earth at the dying of days