The Will of God

Sadness comes, first hand,
Taking away this life of mine.
Slowly corroding my will to dust
And turning my hope to ash.

The corpses of the dead eagerly wait
For the day I shall lie upon my grave.
Then shall the light of peace shine upon
The tragedy of mine soon to come.

But while I live I shall not fear
The cries of the dead that sound so near
Nor shall my life go to waste
For all these I have come to face.

Whether I win I shall never know
But I shall never forget
The one's my heart loved for so long.

Even when I die I will not let go
Of the arrogance and pride that still hold on.
Forgive me for the sins I have done
Though I understand if you will not.

I have changed a lot in this world of ours
But the thanks I deserve shall never come
To a man who breaks the will of God.