Ceased to be

I can't face the day
when I will decay
So I search for
the eternal fount...

I try to believe and understand
in what I've learnt...
But still I can't get rid of
the thought,
That questions is all I've
earnt...

Is there life beyond the sun?
and will I be the one
to enter a paradise after life?

A bitter wind is struggling against
and my beliefs are fading away...
Is their light just lies?
Is beneath the place I'll stay?

Now I trust none but myself
my mind make me strong...
And you'll never convience me,
that what I do is wrong...