To toss away life
Never ends this earth's strife
Rather, it just creates more
Though their time has not come
They still wish they be done
And they strive to meet death at its door

"End suff'ring!" they say
As they play Holy God
As if they all know better than He
And I wish they would find
Somewhere deep in their mind
The hope buried beneath misery

You would find this great hope
If you searched not this earth
But the whisper enveloping life
Which they cannot explain
Though they're racking their brains
And attributing all to their lies

They're deceitful and bitter
And faithless at best
They conceal the great truth that they've found
In our naivete,
We believe what they say
For we're sheep who have all gone astray

It's a fib we all buy
That to live is to die
So we search day and night for escape
But if your heart is pure,
You shall find your soul's cure
In the Life, in the Truth, in the Way