Way of the Spirit

There's days, my time grows older to darkness My breath as if my last I give for peace Patience, long waited death; time counting the ticks To be or not, the answer to the question Live life thou have had pleasure of its pain, feeling the eternal thirst it beats Soul draws weary the life preservation to exist Our bodies decaying like corpse bury beneath the trash hills Have I given up or has life forsaken the dream At young age is wish for all ending, just to escape The unknown of my demise I want to soar with angels Land of beauty how my heart aches for the world I deeply regret, I can not change what wishes not to be changed Does life revolve by evolution to mankind, we destroy that belief To make ourselves authority of knowledge even you can not prove Is it so hard believe egg was seed to all life Truth be known our structure, dust of earth maggots feed apon Love, desire not strong enough to change heart, only one choice they choose A reason of hope drawn from within, its depths of darkness a light Abandoned among the ruins charged by love But we are only human, our spirit lead the way Ambition for death I live as if yesterday's gone But only in my soul do I find breath, way of the spirit my gratitude as its servant