Life After Death

Its not just broken pieces I have picked up from the floor Its my passions, its all my desires that have fallen Its more than disappointments that have left me wanting more Its inspiration from my beautiful disasters - Im crawling Into my garden where my burdens have been sewn If there is a hell below than its darkness too will grow Lay down my head as the sun ignites the morning sky Facing the heavens where my wings have yet learned to fly On seedless grounds distractions and chaos tell me lies Lord please light the temple darkened by my eye Following Your footsteps but by religion I am not owned Grant me relationship to be a choir at Your throne From dust I rise and to dust I shall return Harvest my remains giving this life back to the earth Will the weight drag me down or will I cast them away as I ascend How will I protect my soul, tell me how do I make ammends ...With my life after death... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~