The Journey

I make my way through this land, consciously No destination to my journey And in this form, what will my purpose be Exist and expire, peacefully And on this road, I feel something deep inside An energy, it speaks to me I travel through this way alone, I know no deity And when I close my eyes to face the enemy My pilgrimage is a mystery Will I transcend to some kind of immortality Or remain a fading memory? And on this road, I feel something deep inside An energy, it speaks to me I travel through this way alone, I know no deity When I lay down, is that where I remain Or will an angel greet me A spirit to live on some other plane, in serenity When it gets dark what light will I see Where will the home of my soul be Some promised land of flowing milk and honey Or, for my sins, torment eternally And on this road, I feel something deep inside An energy, it speaks to me I travel through this way alone, I know no deity When I lay down, is that where I remain Or will an angel greet me A spirit to live on some other plane, in serenity I make my way through this land, consciously No destination to my journey And in this form, what will my purpose be Exist and expire, peacefully Exist and expire, peacefully