Part of you:

(nobody helps no-one and ever can not)
(we can't hear each other as well)
(When who did wrote this(things) - He lives ever not)
(but his heart is still breathing and dwells)

(And every step he took was not the final till it lasted)

(He ached to see our souls so pure though still they were disgusting)and you're know that

(and only that he did behold that others can't yet willing)

("all in this life won't be for naught" he whispered and believed in)

(and when you don't know where all OF us should go)

(and who will turn out to be needless)

(Belief in this mankind, i'm eager to hold)

(that's all what we have and we breathe with)

(As twilight will cover my tired eyes up)

(Infinitude's twisting for on and so on)

(Sometimes you want yell "This [bad word] is [bad word] up!"

(And moment of [bad word] for never be gone)

(I say to myself... "Wait and haste not")

("You still can, you're still a believer")

(to get all this done, how you see that done)

(your potency only by hope you must feed)

(I'm finished all over with this monologue)

(But not with the faith that's forever with me)