Where Is The Way?

Arise we say, this is the way
Hear our past try and whistle the race
As fearless or as broken, this game we shall play
To dream of our death and spread our glorious name

Through the darkness and into the light
Fame the famished crave, foolish disdain
Tough is the clutch but the humble must pay
For obeying the call of everyday gain

Hail Mary, where is the grace
See the sunrise in honorable display
The warmth of the earth with heat replay
Caution at the gate, the moon is blocking our ray

Who shall dare to lead us to pray
Say in his name we set out to the gate
Bonded with space, evolved in our faith
The earth is bleeding dry to make it through the way

Arise we shall say to the dying stars
Rarely in haste, the birds fly South
Rest in the future, we are riding behind
To return to nature's cold bitter twisted lies.

Where is the way?