Death is so final for only the living,
My soul is in flight because of God's giving!

Your water's drying
Your life is in the cup
Your trees are dying
Your wildlife's locked up
You're in the zoo man...
How do you feel about it?

Cuts that you bandage
Result in who you are now
Ignore the regret

Laugh because it's the best at it you know even though, I'll never tell and what is bought will never sell.

You open fire on my smiling skull.
Why would you follow my failing pull?
So alone. So wrong!
So why even sing this mistaken song?
My failed path should not be retraced by anything but the Maker's wrath.
But do I hath anything to say to defend my choice?
Nothing that I would want to come from my voice.

Bringing us to life,
Nurturing us, caring for us.
Teaching us all manner of things,
From beginning to end.
Ever going onward, ravaging us in its wake.
Leaving no pebble unturned in passing.
Tearing through and affecting all.
Seeing a shell left behind, mourning a loss,
rejoicing in release, if ever it will come.
If ever one is released, by our ever present jailer.
Time.