Praying

Someday well go away
We will never see another morning
The sun will fade
The mountains will be moved
Our houses will be empty
More than what we feel

And i guess its meant to be that no one will hear our stories
And no will will hear our songs
And no one will hea all the screams we once hoped for
Of joy and pain and glory and heaet wrenching feelings

And i guess its meant to be to end
To remind us of who we are
Without having to live longer
To support the delusion that it wont happen

That we are just sands trying to figure it out
Trying to make sense
That we are on the edge of the shore
Trying to glorify all our colors that dont exist
The sands will either uncover earth or be sunk down
In the sea that stays
At least for another stride of meaningless times

Good god that stays
My heart aches for times beyond time
Where our memories will never be known
And our rooms and drawers will never be emtpy
And all that we collected
All that we captured
All that we gifted and take
All the letters we wrote
Will be even longing for the wind

Good god beyond the infinite
I will not grief
Youre the only hope
Because youre the all ever seeing
All ever protecting
All the ever holder of everything our souls dwelled into and with

And if we ever lived to share longer
It would be just with you
What good is living if not with you
What remains that that hold meaning not to you