Fading Trust

The flame in my candle is going out.
Sapphire skies are fading to gray.
Flowers I once sprinkled about,
Are now wilting and withering away.

The bridges I built are falling down.
Buildings of stone are crumbling to dust.
Sunlight has given into dark shadows.
There is no more promise of trust.

Just what is the point of going on,
When everything's breaking apart at my feet?
Good days always end and people change,
No matter how different they once seemed to be.