Within a Steady Flow of Time(Mass Decay)

It seems we don't believe what we can't conceive.
The Jesus till has run dry
Faith collapses, another season passes.
I've given up on the lie.

A baby's cry the room adorns, as another child is born.
Beaming with innocence and life.
Through a window a breeze flows, another season comes and goes.
The young innocence learns strife.

Where do we all go from here? We've built a life full of fear.
Now another year just fades away.
Every day a life is lost seems no matter what the cost.
As I fritter and waste the long day.

The sunlight intensifies my malaise, caught within a rats maze.
I always said what I meant
What is the meaning of your grieving?
Still I lived and couldn't make a dent.