The universe so vast and amazing,
just viewing out in the stars keeps me dazing.
Wondering whats really going on,
and why I was really born.
Born only to die,
then sometimes suffer and cry,
born to at times enjoy,
am I for real or just a decoy?

In my sight of vision,
faith I have in admission,
in my common sense of thought,
I'd rather believe than nought.
Believing in nothing,
means no imagination of something.
No hope,
no vision of scope.
No faith,
no light for the path.
No insight,
into the imagery of a beautiful stary night.

Every man has the right of faith relation,
and to arrive at his own summation.
Surely there is much doubt,
and at times it seems that we are truly without.
I myself do question tradition,
and religious recognition.
Lifes pain hits,
and at times causes fits.
Many scream out for help from the supreme,
but end up feeling deserted by the King.

Death is the final release from suffering,
God's final life offering.
Most lives live in the physical realm,
hardly tapping the power of the mental Him.

You may suffer when you're awake,
you may at times suffer before you awake,
however the touch of faith,
will brighten the path.
Sweeten the dreams,
dreams of power,
dreams of being high in the tower,
then when awake,
total use of power.

I can't,
turns to I can.
I won't,
turns to I will,
a strong will.
Unbelievable power of will.
Like the energizer bunny,
you'll roll on strong honey.

Power of faith.

G