Guidance

How to live, how to die
Oh lord! Tell me how to fly
High above where imagination lies
Deep where humanity resides
And a soul who never cries
For this world of hatred is not for me
For this field of battle nothing yields to me
I alone, shall move to make change?
Or shall i make myself change?
Shall I cry on my ill faith?
Or shall I keep quite & wait?
Of a day too aloof to look
Of a day too costly to book
So in order just need one reply
How to live, how to die
Oh lord! Tell me how to fly.