I am who?
Who am I?
Do I know me
or am I cleverly crafted lie?
Will I live before I die?
Will I have to die before I live?
Is time more or less
that the greatest of all sieves?
As we discover ourselves
are we to be philanthropists or common thieves?


I pray but you do not answer,
or is your silence a answer that I do not want to hear?
We love and loose,
we lose and lust,
we cry and rejoice,
we live and die,
but the silence screams in to the night,
and day is dawning near,
will we have ears to hear
as our eyes grow dim and tear?
We pray that Hope conquers our final fear.