Existing....

We carry like an anchor

The tribulations of our youth

Some allege it without bearing

But our bruises scream the truth

Once the hold is broken

We will throw the world away

To anticipate the battles

Of another sordid day

Higher now we raise our shields

In protection of our causes

We waste the time we've borrowed

As our heartaches give no pauses

If someone were to ask us

Are you living or existing?

Are you quietly complying

Or violently resisting?

Fighting time and all it's pleasures

Fighting God and all his plans

Fighting off the fated minutes

Surrendered to His hand

We'll hold tight to the knowledge

That we'll one day freely walk

No longer bound in prisons

Created by a clock

-Bing