Pyre for a Long March

For now
I trudge on into a bleak future
Following a lonely shadow
Until I pass silently away
Dead flame of faith

Love was my pyre
It was too great
I cared too deeply
Imbued for a gesture
I could never explain

She came
The problem was sorrow
I was nearly no more than ashes
Stumbling upon neutral ground
Until control beckoned my silence
And I passed silently away
Dead pyre of flame

Love was my fire
It was reason and faith
I cared too much
But never saw results
My changes charted
Never trusted or matched
The expectations unexplained

Love was my pyre
It was too great
I cared too deeply
Imbued for a gesture
I could never explain

Why do I exist
Why am I so abused
Why does it make me happy
To give fuel to changes
Life's daily cycle seeds