Perchance destiny or wavering fate
Tore me from my child-like state
To work the land, the seeds to sow
Only to return home in dreadful woe

The high moon and sun, sky and earth
Cannot utter what man is worth
For once they set, go they let
Memory of man as to forget

Creator washed his hands of blame
By making a world fruitful and tame
To pluck out those unworthy of trust
In time to replace them with the just

Now what ghostly figures lurk
Against God and man, and of their work!
To withstand and conquer a fate unkind
Is key for those who bear these things in mind

Servitude and vexing, alluring purse
So man can rest despite his curse
A woman laid bare before his eyes
Never to forsake her, in peace he lies

Yet if she leaves him, he sleeps curled
He's left with hopes of a better world
Then he sits and ponder fate
Yet to change it's not too late