Breath
O fleeting breath of fading flower
Of drowning men in sinking ship
Fast we approach the unknown hour
Vain we cling with weakening grip
Ours to hold but for a while
Young laughter fades to heavy sigh
The clouding mist sight to defile
Hopes laid low that once were high
But hope lives on beyond the veil
Rest in one who once knew death
The appointed moment will exhale
Then glory comes with next breath
