Life

When I don't feel as if I could continue living,
Treading through these empty streets,
The lonely road of my life.
When the sun is set lower than the shadows,
And all my hope has been shattered.
My existence battered,
As if i'm not there.
These tattered wings will not fly,
How I long to be in the sky.
The pain of dull life on land,
Is simply more than I can stand.
The sharp sting of falling rain,
The peirce of shards so thin and brittle,
The burn of searing flame.
Lightning strikes, without a name.
Raging calls, and battle cries.
Split the earth,
And break the sky.
Shatter the ice,
so thinly spun.
Cleave lightning in half,
Lay seige to the tide.
Split raging flame,
To continue
Your incessent journey,
Of death and life.