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
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