Walking On Life

I stare into the deepest heavens, and I loose my judgement in the color purple Ligth clouds fly overheard, a few birds glide, o'gentle, peaceful is their ride And then I found myself looking straight down at the ground, full of life, in every side Will men not see what a beautiful place we have to care for? I pray for a miracle The day grows gray, the sun weary of light hides in the horizon A beautiful moon stands guard, securing passage to spirits unknown Millions of stars peek into the world, to witness man and his mission Must a soul hide a lifetime if love to it has not yet been seen as hard as stone See not the frigid wind, for it breaks thy lips and oppresses thy breath Icy invisible, yet so harmful, for death arises in all that is evil and not sane Shivering, crawling teeth are the tunes that play as I feel the winds pain A mad sky, it rains tears and hopes of dreams to come, none but death Take a minute, look into a poets eyes, see his heart it prays As his naked eye has witnessed much pain and lament Take his heart, may thee bandage that broken piece for his love spills and sprays His dreams have abandoned his shadow, his windows show much torment He speaks of beauty and life all in rhyme Awaiting his vision to fulfill he writes all the freely given time He searches, yet not finds a heal to his strife Follow his soul, for it is "walking on life"