Walking On Life
I stare into the deepest heavens, and I loose my judgement in the color purple
Ligth clouds fly overheard, a few birds glide, o'gentle, peaceful is their ride
And then I found myself looking straight down at the ground, full of life, in every side
Will men not see what a beautiful place we have to care for? I pray for a miracle
The day grows gray, the sun weary of light hides in the horizon
A beautiful moon stands guard, securing passage to spirits unknown
Millions of stars peek into the world, to witness man and his mission
Must a soul hide a lifetime if love to it has not yet been seen as hard as stone
See not the frigid wind, for it breaks thy lips and oppresses thy breath
Icy invisible, yet so harmful, for death arises in all that is evil and not sane
Shivering, crawling teeth are the tunes that play as I feel the winds pain
A mad sky, it rains tears and hopes of dreams to come, none but death
Take a minute, look into a poets eyes, see his heart it prays
As his naked eye has witnessed much pain and lament
Take his heart, may thee bandage that broken piece for his love spills and sprays
His dreams have abandoned his shadow, his windows show much torment
He speaks of beauty and life all in rhyme
Awaiting his vision to fulfill he writes all the freely given time
He searches, yet not finds a heal to his strife
Follow his soul, for it is "walking on life"
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