The Cycle

Teach me fly;
push me high,
there is no place for your lie.

This war is not about fight,
it is about might.
Might of our words,
they will not be torn apart.

Were you paranoid?
Were you confused?
You did it?
So there is no excuse!

Were you naive?
So was I.
And what now?
Who fell deeper down?!

Hope you got it now, right?
Then why continue in this life?
After it, there is one place,
with you, forever in embrace.

After this life, is it God you choose?
My hands are waiting for you;
I do not think they are doom, do you?

You see me now?
Are you broken down?
Feel the pain in your heart?
When have you smashed the door of your mind?

Why you are falling on knees now?
You should do it before,
now I finished this race,
you stayed with your tears in face.