The wings of fire are upon me,
Like the grains of sand on the shore,
Burning and echoing in my mind,
The fire that burns for all times,
Is it true that life doesn't exist,
We walk around looking up at the stars
Only to find nothing in are souls,
All the questions that we have,
Are answered by are hearts,
Like a dieing diversity of old times,
We search for things that blow are mind,
Only to have answers of nothing,
We find it hard to strive alone,
With out love we don't feel complete,
We ask our selfs, What is my destiny?
Only to be washed away by the water of the sea,
We have no hope for the future,
As we look up at the sky,
Searching for answers that we try to find,
Where is god? Does he even exist?
We search in space only to find,
That the questions linger in our minds,
We fall away from a beautiful tragedy,
We all strive to find a balance in life,
A love we share that makes us complete,
But when we're alone we search for existence,
Our hollow lives are controlled by when we die,
Swallowed up by the sands of time,
It doesn't matter for love we cannot find,
For we all die, Its just a question Why?
The Questions are burned in our hearts,
Only to be riped apart by our minds,
We search in space to sooth our souls,
To feel like we drifting in an abyss,
Never to be awaking by the spirit with in,
These are the questions that we all have,
Questions that are never to be answered,
Until life is complete.
