All The Days Get Lost (From, Lost Song Poems)

All the days get lost For the hours don't stay, Soon as they get acrost The light path astray; When the night returns With moods of its own, In colors alterns We are all so alone. All the days were sun With feelings of their own, Each drift in attention In faces not shown; When death came to light To bring it all down, We all must then fight To bring back life's crown. All the days that are gone From the hours we have, Some of them are anon But never a caff; If the fire will burn That reflects what's blown, Peace must not adjourn We are all so alone.