Life in the world is an endless journey.
For we have lived and for we will die.
Will we find life in the land of tyranny of liberty?
Could their lives be a lie?
For the soul is an unbound mist in the air
Life as we live it is as unmeaningful as lighting a candle in the wind.
Would anyone care?
If they died today, tomorrow will there be no one to free their souls for which they have sinned?
No way to live in the Land of Make Believe
No way to leave.
The gates of Hell have sucked the life from within
As they are faced with total damnation as we think of what we accoplished.
But what if there is nothing, not light nor dark, just a blank where empty souls must travel.
As the journey to the Land of Dreams comes to reality will no one pitty them?
Will they forever be lost and have no one to care as they sit in the darkness of a shed?
The emptiness is unbearable or so a marvel.
For the darkness captivates us in the eyes of death who beckons them.
For they can not see Neither think, nor breath.
I sit in the Land of Make Believe,
Things we cannot percive.
Yet the light of hope and dreams guide and help us to live peacefully.
As together and as one, we sit in the Land of Make Believe.