Good Things

Why do all good things come to an end? 
Why can't they remain forever? 
we ask every day 
Why must our blessings come and go? 
Why must we let go of what we love so much? 
Flames to dust
lovers to friends 
We want our love story to last 
We dread saying our final good byes 
We dread the sorrow we must feel 
We take pleasure in the good times because we fear they might end soon 
flames to dust 
lovers to friends 
All good things must come to an end