(Wheel of guilt.)

There's nothing I can think to compare life to
From the beautiful and childish to the tragedy and terror
The glory of fear and failure is appealing
When younger, but it flits so briefly, becoming hunger

To have and to hold, to be held in your arms
I'd forgive the world most anything to have you near
And I'm beginning to see what lies in store
But nothing awakens me like the things that are gone

I can see so much ahead, yet see no farther
As I wax and wane with the passing years
As the wheel of guilt turns ever more slowly
And I see the terminus coming from ever farther away

But part of me will go on, as angels sing me to sleep
Forgiving me everything.