Road of life which is the end

Oh, body that give me breath, why must you leave me now, If it were meant for you to pass, is it right to, to prolong somehow, I make a choice, is it correct, how am I to know, only God above, can choose which flower is to, to die and which is allowed to grow

Yet by one word spoken, a magic dust is laid and I prolong dread Winters song, what door can I open, which curtain can I close, if I walk away, which pathway will I lose, confusion reigns like a writers brush lost in abstract art, he can not write with out color, there paint only blacken or white the broken heart

The son it finds its way, moving west to east and I find my way, in path of resistances least, it is certain that I have not spent my life, walking God's path. I have at many times staggered and fell, but why would it be, that you my burden bear

Death the fearful stanza, I do hear, I think, that I might not be allowed to sing along, for it steals summers breeze, on winged angels feet, that seek out the land, I land and revel at deaths doorstep.

I watched her lie, not knowing where she'll be, I look, I feel the heart call and there, I yell why me, what did I do, but of courage and in my self, I know, it is only shadows, I shall never know

What direction, what the tears, I feel, if I have wronged you, then I should have known, It is like a tear that falls, I step across a path, a window to the next, for if I were to stand alone, I doubt that I, could bear the pain.

I stand by, the golden gate, answering only, heavens call, if only time would, the passing of life, at all, I do not think, I would be willing, yet to sit besides the bonds of earth and forget

Lo the tired wings that fly to carry my soul home to the sky, heavy is the last load