Through the Thicket… Across Endless Mountains

Virtue a sign a floating mystery
 It travels with the darkest waves
 It grants me trust now as it leads
 Virtue grants me sympathy-brings me all my guilt
 Grants me all my childish apathy yea i need my fill
 Im ashamed of all the things i have to say- Ashamed of what ive become
 Through the mountains across the straightaway trek the miles trek the miles
 Through solitude reveals an endless wasteful day
 Fiction piles of poetry left here in decay
 No sinners grace on an empty page im the last, but they're the first to burn
 Selfless-Selfless-selfless Im giving in, Ive giving it all.
 Theres nothing left for me anymore.
 A prophet of the new age tells of riches that came from golden wells.
 These stories all have to be told; she claims they can save our souls
 She is the one who carries the flame
 Across the highest mountain peak
 I follow her through the rain
 Remove her jewels and her silver crown
 Lay her down the seed will grow
 We sit with faith and pray
 wait to see where it goes
 no angels are here to take you away
 no second coming to bring you home
 this life in floating towers keeps following you around
 and through the mountains above the earth
 youve reached the highest point but you were never the first
 Give me guilt give me sympathy
 Ill bury it and watch it grow
 and through the years it reveals to me im a lingering fixture
 im left dying alone
 So please dont take it all away take it all away dont take it away
 Theres too much to replace too much to gain
 Just dont take it all away maybe i can change maybe i can change
 Vitrue is the occasional regress of my misery.
 I am puzzling twisting and turning but so infinitely amazed