The Journey

This flesh-born cage was designed to die
and with the maggots my body will lie
but deep within, my soul will stir
and spread its wings when my hour does occur

into the arms of the sacred i'll lay
as my children live to toil another day
my old life will eventually fill the lungs
of other's
as they fight life's battles, my sisters and brother's

the stain's of time flow like wine
sweet and wholesome with a twisted smile
such riches and losses this life does win
but the truth's in the journey and the treasures it brings