This Life
I walk this path of loneliness called life.
I’m tired of living in this world, this world of strife.
Last night I had awoken in the dead of night,
And realized that I had enough, enough; no more will I fight.
The dark halls of my mind will I walk no more;
It haunts me the terror, right to the core.
I stand at this edge of the cliff of despair;
This life I cannot live, this life so unfair.
I fall, fall into the endless fog,
And all, all sinks into the murky bog.
Suddenly I awoke from the pit mire;
And realized that even death is a liar.
I’m alive and well concerning the terrible deed.
To my left I spot an ancient book to read.
I flip through these old pages of the dead;
So many sorrows, so many deaths, so many people who bled.
Though they’re dead, they speak about life eternal;
Some to heaven, some to the fiery infernal.
What’s the conclusion to the whole matter;
Fear God always so you don’t end up in the latter.
I cry unto the God of all;
If there is a God, this God I call.
[Oh my dear, I bled for you and all eternity,
So you can have life and life more abundantly.
This world, that’s all that matters you see,
So come unto me, come unto me.]
I stand at his cliff of despair,
No just a cliff that’s there.
I see heaven open and all there is;
I see happiness flash and all the bliss.
