Love, passion, pain, heartache,
A life resembling seclusion,
A prisoner in the dark corners of solitude,
Weeping the tears,
Tears of my destiny.
Love finds some hearts,
But not all,
Passion unfolds,
But for some,
Never unravels,
And for those,
Is pain and heartache,
Which make up my destiny.
Who chooses who can love,
Who chooses who can be loved,
Who chooses whose dreams come true,
And come to their princely rescue,
Who is the decider of my fate,
And of my destiny.
The stars shine bright,
For those with love,
While the dark night,
Leaves some hearts but a weeping willow,
A fish lost in the lonely sea.
I dream of such love,
Waiting for love to rescue me from the solitude I'm in,
Hoping it will walk through those prison doors,
But always turns its back on me.
These failed dreams,
The lovers gone,
A life alone,
All hope withering away,
All sense of love,
Dying,
My destiny clearer.
My destiny,
A life of pain,
A life of heartache,
Many nights spent crying,
A heart,
In need of love,
Deserving of love,
But all love fails,
He,
Never coming near,
To rescue me from these prison walls,
My destiny of my life,
Lost in a shroud of black,
My fate chosen not by the stars,
But by the pain,
My heart's endured.
