Constant

With time all answers come,

Like the constant sight of the sun,

I'll always wear my faith on a chain,

Just as the moon continues to wane,

I watch the trees let go,

Just like you, the only constants I know,

I can count them on a single hand,

I fear that this is all I'll ever understand,

That the moon takes over for the sun,

You always have a need to run,

With winter leaves will fall,

And I'll be here like an old stone wall.