What Struggles May Come

The end has come for you and I, Without these masks to hide behind, We tread alone, each to our own, We struggle to see the seeds we've sown, Across the field of my sad thoughts, Your face reminds me of a time once lost, I reach for the memory at the dearest cost, My balance sways but your eyes hold me, Those precious sapphires are all I can see, My strength returns as I stand on my feet, You'll always be there and thats all I need, I continue my journey of transgression and fear, However, these mountains seem small with you here, The birds now sing as I wander through time, Your voice leads me on, as sweet as a chyme.