My thoughts for a soul

It is faith to price a flying life,
When lacks hang in the air.

It is faith to stare at the sun,
When doom smiles from the start.

It is faith to prepare for a feast,
When feet plaster in scarcity.

It is faith to seek the moon,
When hands stick at dark.

It is faith to plan at the dawn,
When hands scrabble at the wall.

It faith to sight for a high,
When major mock at might.

It is faith to heart for a means,
When hit by the prison bell.

It is faith to gaze at the top,
When locked behind the wall.