Soul and the Cage

I lose faith every hour.
As I sap my willpower
Dandelions float in the East Wind.
Aimlessly looking for his friend;
Soul, light as a feather
It can't live in this red, stormy weather
Southern gale washes over me.
Ripping me apart like a dying palm tree

Dying and Lying
Trying and Crying

Naked, I trudge to a cavern dark.
Skin scarred with unseemly marks
What's my line? What's my line?
What's my line, oh, God divine?
Unable to speak, unable to hurt
Atrophied heart throbs in the dirt.
Trapped in a guarded cage
I lament my age...