How can cold recesses of the night
Leave no trace of the brightness of day
And whisper dark secrets of the future
But shed no light on the long path that stands in your way.
You must pave your way without the light
On the path that your predecessors traveled until the grave
Yet your chaotic plan leads you to believe
That you must wait and pray for your soul to be saved.
When you were but a child you thought yourself to be clever and bright
You traveled the wrong path and you fell to an early grave
But you didn't realize the twists and turns of your path
And in the end you finally realize that the ultimate price to be paid
… Is Life.