• Searching for hope that isn't there.
    Looking into an open, empty stare.

    Trying to find truth in a mound of lies.
    For where does one go when she dies?

    I yearn for an immortal soul.
    Religion always takes it's toll.

    Looking through the Holy Book
    I wonder how much time it took

    To think of such beautiful things.
    Angels that fly on silver wings.

    I've looked and listened as days went by.
    It's almost worthless to even try

    To find hope in this universe.
    That big, great, cold, and silent curse.

    As my blood flows through my veins
    My spirit goes through aches and pains.

    As I sit in almost silence
    I hope for something to stop the violence.

    My heart is crying out for peace.
    For all the hatred here to cease.

    Impurity and evil wander
    While I sit and wait and ponder

    About the meaning of my being.
    Curiousity ever stops me from seeing

    The world around me in pure bliss.
    For I cannot even notice this.

    All I see is pain to be felt.
    The cruel hand that your "God" has dealt.

    What is it like to be heaven sent?
    Am I only here for your amusement?

    I seek your advice but you've left me alone.
    Sitting in silence, like a grave stone.

    My fate leaves me shivering, writhing in fear.
    As my innevitable death draws near.

    You've left me trapped between stone walls.
    Will you ever hear my cries or calls?

    My nightmares grow ever more wild.
    Twisting, turning, thoughts beguiled

    By wondering where my road will end.
    For now I'll just try to pretend

    That I have found a steady truth.
    Something that stays with me in my youth.

    I'll close my eyes in silent prayer.
    I'll pray that I can some day bear

    The insanity that stands around.
    Hush myself, and make no sound.

    Still I wonder which path is right.
    Which way leads to a holy light?

    I need assistance, my end is soon.
    I'll lie upon the floor in ruin.

    Help me to escape my fate.
    I'd rather be in panic and wait

    Than have my death be here and now.
    I guess I can only wonder how

    I'll quit this world. Will it be still?
    Or will I have befallen ill?

    Maybe some day I shall find
    Some hope, some faith, some peace of mind.

    Until then I shall wait and see
    If faith is really meant for me.