Awaiting

I believe that there is a place where restless souls stray, burdened by their own sadness, trying to find their way. Uttering the words "Follow me close", understanding why is what you need to know most. And to live for the moment, yet to relish your greatest fears, of death returning like the vale of tears. To rectify the harm i have caused, earns me no points or applause. Life is just a dream on the way to heavens stairway, rigid and cold with fear because no-one is here to stay.