Ashes of Hope, Renewal from Living

I think my soul did die today.
I can really see no other way,
When love turns out to be
Ashes of hopes from long ago.

My hopes should have been left
To be blown with the wind,
To all places on this lovely earth,
Where flowers bloom and we find our worth;

My life renews yet again,
Not from ashes so forlorn,
But in deeds and friends who cross my path;
Not by living in the past.