FATE
I stand here breathless as my fate awaits;
Will I go down to hell or enter the pearly gates?
The time is excruciatingly slow and possessing my soul;
Sitting in the sun I warm what's been left out and cold.
This could be the death of me;
I'm at the mercy of them who hold the key.
My last few precious hours...
Don't call me weak, don't call me a coward.
I have tried, I may rise, or I may fail;
Part of me wants to stay, part of me wants to bail.
I can't be judged for loving someone so much.
I've fought.
I've cried.
I've died inside.
Now the hour has almost arrived;
On the inside I may die or thrive.
Wrong and right.
The battle the fight.
Love, tragedy, separation;
My fate, this world, a new destination.
This could be the end of me...
Or the end of a tear faithful, heart provoking journey...
