A time so short and not so sweet
The harshness of an unfair land
To be alone with no one’s hand
Why must it be that one should suffer?
Where is the help? What is the buffer?
Pull the spark back to the flame
Its no one’s fault - no one’s to blame
The cycle turns - the dead awaken
The living feel they are forsaken.
Where is the balance? What is the rule?
Is it best to know or to act the fool?
Show me now the pathway Home
For a speck of truth, the world I comb
The morning rises - a new beginning
Am I losing now - or am I winning?
And does it matter how it all turns out?
If we end in a whisper or end in a shout
How was the journey? What did we learn?
What did we covet? What did we earn?
We touch the stars and feel the earth
We release our death and know our birth
The choices were all made before
When we finish them, we ask for more
The flower drops down to the ground
the fruit of life soon to be found