Beautiful Things Never Last

Where the leaves may turn colors
& the snow may fall
I'll be there to witness it all
Where the children cry
& the people turn to a lie
I'll understand; I'll know why
Where God isn't present
& we give up on him
I'll stand up, I'll question them
Where our feet feel numb
& we've had enough
I'll be there to push us on up
Where people waste their chances
& living for today isn't their motto
I'll stand up, I'll sing staccato
Where beautiful things never last
& people dread the future & live in the past
I'll be there, whether bounded, whether vast