Limits

When each street holds memories of friends now gone away,
each second ticks by, in the interminable day
each moment is measured by condemnation and loss,
I know well the dark valley only the strongest may cross

Friends turn away and there seems no new start,
I know well that point at which hearts break apart,
And now as luck fails, and fate seems to conspire
Friends point to the saints and demand, "do not tire"
But dreams blasted away and comfort plowed under
There is a point a too common soul breaks asunder