The Burning Land

In the Burning Land of Heaven and Hell,
we dig our grave, and leave the shell

People come and go like a waiting room,
get out of this before the final doom

With strokes of wind and blow of water,
can we tell the truth, before we are called liars

Why are we so complex than being simple ?,
light the world, glow, burn and kindle

Ignite the spark, to eliminate the dark,
hounding and pounding, before the lark

Can be help ourself before we are tired ?
Rise, sore, wake before we are shattered.