1999 - 2003

To who do I go
when I cry for help
when feeling the turmults
of unending death

I cry out not to God
but to others beside
not to know where death,
its ends and beginnings

We weep bitter tears
wipes sorrow from faces
knowledge forever
this death does not leave

Though we want life's end
where it's never begun
what more to say, when,
for life, we cry death

Pain never ending
Sadness is dearest
not earthly in coming
and sent from strange realms

We cry not for pity
and want not for joy
we cling to tomorrow
hope to continue

no, not forever
not even for long
all earth is a prism
all light is not good

We make much turmoil
caused many mistakes
wanting and wishing for never
to continue for us, forever.