Fate

In a place where hearts don’t mend There were dreams that faded, never waiting For the light to fall across their night, there bold, black Fear, the apprehension that sold them on the need To forget the hope, the dream, the ambition… Listen, instead – to trepidations, apathetic whispers From the mind who refuses to believe… it is surely alive, This passion, this desire, this fire who decides… In a place where ears refuse to listen to the promises, The reassurance, the guarantee that this will bring Consolation, solace, the greatest relief, Invaluable comforting – forever – never grieving The spirt who reminds that this is truth, This is faith – this is the sigh of sweetest grace. In a place where feelings bleed destiny through the Reality that wanders, swaying gently, at peace Through the melancholic soul, the loss, the lost dreams Echoing – thundering – raining down memories Times when, yes – oh yes… there was motivation, Where there were aspirations, purpose, a spirit of fire Prompting the heart to continue through the darkness, Forget all the blinding nights and fall into the promise, Confidant that this would become a reality, assured… This, the dream… never faded from this beautiful Always alive, like the moments with the Son, The One who shines through the prayers, the praises Inspiring, urging, heartening… yes, the dream It is a living thing that can only be colored by the hand Who gave it wings, the hand of the One whose grace Never fades – is so amazing… He paints the heart In visions, reveries, passions – forever blessing every Dream with hope that brings awake the need to believe in destiny