| The Quest for Salvation |
| . |
| Everytime I breathe now, |
| I feel the burden growing, |
| and every heart beat brings me, |
| no more than pain and agony, |
| and crawl over my imagination, |
| the shadows of eternal discontentment, |
| yet I struggle to move on and on, |
| for a lost bright tomoroow. |
| I dream and try yet i wonder, |
| will ever these clouds fly away? |
| I wait and wait for the sun to shine, |
| for the leaves to topple and birds to chirp, |
| But all I hear is silence, |
| an utter abstract silence. |
| This silence and darkness I treasure, |
| but still and again I yearn to escape. |
| I seek freedon from my own soul, |
| I search an alien in my own being. |
| The savior I have been searching for, |
| It seems that simply does not exist. |
| But to give up the hope, |
| is what I can do not. |
| To quit is easy but still no never, |
| I will wait for it till death, |
| and still if it comes not, |
| I will have peace and calm. |
| For none can intrude in the world, |
| where dead belong. |