I am not the chosen one
Only a mortal man
Buried in the thoughts
Of Gods grand master plan
Designed to love
Designed to fail
To take a sip of eternal life
From the holy grail
If to die some day I must
And my spirits' free to roam
I'll ascend up to heavens
And the afterlife unknown
I may be turned to water
I may be turned to sand
The river overflowing
A leaf out on the limb
Dangling from a branch
The echoes heard in mountains
A rock on hallowed ground
The residue of snail sludge
The keys in lost and found
It is not my decision
Whatever comes of me
I shall welcome any form that's given  
And be the best that I can be