If fate is so fierce I don't know how to hope What if one night, it robs my daughter and steals my sight, the morning after? What if as ashes I fall and my aimless quest has to wither? What if my power to love wanes and the kindred ability to suffer?
Fate has to answer Fate can't be, in itself an answer For then life is just a movie yet to buffer
Blame me please, sentence me please, for no words shall be sweeter Gift a few dry words to the broken man in waters If my cries are too faint, I shall gladly cry louder