The Hardest Part

Far away and farther still grows innocence and laughter spilled. For wisdom comes In breaks and stings In the common things of an ordinary life, and a world accustomed to strife. Hopes that dash, an effort crashed, finds brawny heart turned fragile glass. For every love lowered to the grave wax cautious then detached. Yes far away and farther still Are the hearts yet unaware, not yet climbing the skeptics hill, nor knowing the worth of a prayer. For quickly fades oh guiltless youth when truth be not a required proof. When was the end year two or three? when the heart still trusted and by faith believed that the journey was never so far or goodbyes the hardest part.