| Show suffocation beneath the clouds,
|
| The crusade for humanity is nearly lost.
|
| Fumes of fould temperament thicken the air,
|
| Envenomed by beings of inborn aggression.
|
| If the wicked are never to rest,
|
| Surely they will not be saved.
|
| And so the hopeful drown in the hopeless.
|
| A glimpse of life in the midst of death,
|
| The side of romance and delusion, always dies.
|
| You, so selfless and concerned are no exception.
|
| There are only those who do not care,
|
| And those who would cause you harm.
|
| The remains of salvation lies in graveyards,
|
| Where the soulful have since been absorbed by the soulless.
|
| Suffer the small truth,
|
| In laboring for human redemption you are asking brick to be glass…
|
| Repeating lies to yourself just to keep your faith.
|
| You lie to yourself to maintain your sanity.
|
| We all lie to ourselves when we feel the hopelessness.
|
| Of a grim tomorrow.
|
| Be winged, free from the mire of men.
|
| Be winged, leave the dead soil to the dying.
|
| Inherit the wind, soar from the coils that asphyxiate you.
|
| Be winged and climb high, with a wingspan to humble mankind. |