I will never hold a candle
To those blue-white foals I once knew
The candle died sputtering out
To winds of change once steady blew
Steady blew them once, the sands of time
A heedless race only thought of with dread
A race competitor-less, competition confined
Though I'm ahead on time I implore: take me instead
Steady blown are they no longer
The winds of change only echo in my head
The sands of time voiceless etching horror
And though I am gone, for the sake of old times, take me instead
