[Lyric] Is it Ever Enough? (Lochrian Poem)

Is it ever enough?
Have you ever noticed how one
Enjoys the colours of autumn?
How the sweetest images are
Made from the suffering
Of thousands of species
Of another programed death?
How we condense it all
In a vessel
The body of a child
Made of light
Of golden leaves
Radiating

At the end of all hope
Lies the edge of the vessel
In its fullness, its beauty
We’re allowed to gaze
At the end of all hope
Where the end gives birth
To the sweetest swansong
We are blessed to behold
At the end of all hope
Life transcends into art
And the endless colours of death
Sweeten the canvas
At the end of all hope
We refuse to see
Anything but beauty
In its deepest meaning
And as the child
Runs through the sweetest
Meadows of heaven
We are ignorant of the fact
That its birth was given
By fates more cruel
Than any other exchange for a new life
All life must be paid
But is there a limit to the price?

This child
Is the only meaning I could find
In all these years
So I try to grow it
No matter the price
The price will be paid anyway
With or without the child
So all that’s left
Is to write about
Some beautiful landscapes
Of dying nature

All life must be paid
But is there a limit to the price?

At the end of all hope
Lies the edge of the vessel
In its fullness, its beauty
We’re allowed to gaze
At the end of all hope
Where the end gives birth
To the sweetest swansong
We are blessed to behold
At the end of all hope
Life transcends into art
And the endless colours of death
Sweeten the canvas
At the end of all hope
We refuse to see
Anything but beauty
In its deepest meaning
All life must be paid
But is there a limit to the price?