Cease

<br>As each day grows dark.<br>These feathers ache. <br>To scrape the sky. <br>To make my mark. <br><br>As time is sewn. <br>I long to try. <br>To stay behind. <br>Not break apart. <br><br>To find these senses overrun. <br>I must have stumbled on the way. <br>In my aversion for the sun, <br>I`ve come to shiver in the spray. <br><br>Not break apart. <br><br>To find myself within this light?<br>Of every morning`s present chill. <br>Somehow I must have lost my sight. <br>And come a subject of free will. <br><br>Not break apart. <br><br>Where do you find peace? <br>Where do you hold your fears? <br>Where do you hide the beast<br>As your end draws near? <br><br>Where do you find love? <br>In books and priests? <br>In gods above? Or in your<br>Fear that it will cease? <br><br>To take your spit upon my face. <br>I`ll have to close my eyes and wait. <br>Til` you have disappeared and there<br>Is no trace. I trust in &quot;time will tell&quot; all fate. <br><br>Not break apart.