Fate

The cold hours feed the fury

While darkness wins the day

I am only left with a tragedy to bury

A heart that's left astray

I lurk inside of sorrows curtain

Waiting for the blackest night

Where I go is still uncertain

Avoiding hope in all it's light

As anxiety sings her melody

All I can do is begin to dance

May I sway ever so solemnly

I never stood a chance

There's a storm that is to come

I am afraid it's way too late

Something I could never outrun

They like to call fate