The Precipice

I ascend as apostles who died With the hurt as a spear in my side But this world offers nothing for free As I look in the treacherous eyes Death is certain as seasons divide And this world offers nothing for me For every soul through God or prayer Divine speech the solace of despair As life greets this velvet symphony Hard to fake belief, senseless harmony Hard to fail at grief, deaths upon us, friends will always bleed Some shall fall as others create Some shall crawl with resenting hate Destroyed, unknown in death Reaching the spire when others tried and failed No one can live without prevail This voids uncertain depths Reaching up higher without a shred of doubt We must outlive, the many lost in the shroud Some shall fall as others create Some shall crawl with relentless hate Despairing and worn Ruthless and scorned Pale and forlorn, as we stumble and fall Replenish the force within us Find a way, mark a way, burn away