Our Existance

Fearful are we all to the call of death To things that lead us down a road to insurrection, But in an instance came what’s left To the miracle of our existence! Blow on the sounds through darkened sky Where time passes swiftly on; Until in the silence that we perceive Appeared thoughts of our existence! Speak below thy breath of wayward seas The crash of its thundered waves, Here in the wonder of seasons change And the miracle of its existence! Sometimes we fill our lungs with songs of life, Sometimes with those of sad regret, Sometimes is held what trust instills And the miracle of its existence! Good-by to lines of moral verse, Farewell to a summer rain, Good-by what’s held over those instilled And the miracle of our existence!