Joyless Years

If he were gone tomorrow
Nothing is solved,
And now my fight is gone
These days have revolved
Past my own view.
I believe everything You said
Must in some way prove true
But somewhere along the way
I stopped running to the window to see
For all this and worse
Please forgive me.

If I ever had those watchmen,
The diligent watch they were to keep,
Now seems the time
To rouse them from their sleep.