Oh destiny, why have you deserted me?
this life of mine lays in wasted flame
in tight restraint the heart sets free
for liberty to make love true, a claim
to wisdom and her open door, the mind
alas remain in chains of mortal ways
to crucify the acts of goodness,blind
I walk like a caned man, through haze
Seeking your miracle, to joyous end
my gentle love rejoices in it's bless
it tries to sanctify and make amends
But what of destiny? Oh love no less!
I'd rather live the life that's truly mine
then weep a tear n' sing an auld lang syne.
T.J Grén & Mystic Rose
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015