All But Gone

Without thinking, without blinking
Is the feeling all but gone
Is it burning, is it yearning
To come out and sing its song

And when it does will I have known
That all that’s lost is lost for good
And all that comes is better grown
From all that’s lived and understood

Or will it slip beneath my grip
And sail forever on the wind
Leaving only anguish on the lip
Of he who stands where he begins