The Meaning

"And I rose out of the garden. The beautiful garden. His light carried out the commands; and on me, His light shined."

These days are torn down, by the sun, by the rain.
My brothers we are nothing but numbers.
Pawns in a world of kings.
Blinded we stand confused and helpless.
Our cries are heard, the sky opens.
We are reborn.

Earth, a mighty vessel of this universe.
Pulsating by our hearts, living off of us.
If we die. The world dies.
Share these treasures with me. Breathe with me.
Drink the water from the purist meadows.
Eat the fruit that is grown right in front of us.
Everything is here for harvesting, what a perfect form of Gods creation.
The treasures we have been lacking to find. Are not silver and gold.
Good men have made money evil. While their riches sour the tongue of the innocent.
This world will be ours.

Human, how magnificent out bodies are developed.
What such beauty that lies within us.
As far as I'm aware, we all look the same.
Except for our faces, inadequately we share the exact same views, different beliefs.
Every body equipped with a soul. Some are rotten, some are bold, some are full of love, others are just cold.
Maybe one day we will awake from this nightmare of a dream.
Unfold our eyes and believe that this world, is just for the time being.
I wont waste a minute of my life when I don't even know if I will be here tomorrow.
Searching for answers and I found Him.
I hope I am not dead when I find the meaning of life.
Time, it's always against us.