Destiny
We walk, through the years.
Pausing to take a moment,
and find our way.
Our roads are different and we see it.
In the distance, my road is full of twists and turns.
Your's is nice and easy, and free.
When we come to the fork, we try not to part,
we fight the current and succeed.
Years ahead, we see trouble and turmoil but we still stay strong,
only to find out that we had betrayed our love.
We go back and choose to go our separate ways, and then I see it.
The reason why her path was staight and free... it was the road of death.
I tried to yell and scream my way to her but, it was too late,
she died that evening, with a blade in her hand.
I ran up to her with eyes of regret and cry for a while.
I then turned and burried her.
six feet down and still I hear her suffaring.
So, I do what I think is right, I follow her road,
hoping that the same fate would be fall me.
But I was wrong,
my original path lead to self-destruction,
where her's lead to salvation.
I later visited her and she told me why she did it.
She said, " this was never my path. We faught hard and got nothing,
we went our separate ways, and then I saw it,
your destiny at hand.
I decided to make your fate mine as I took yours.
Now go on and for-fill your destiny as I for-fill mine,
your lover, and your friend.
And the one who saved your life."
I went down her path crying, sobbing my eyes out for what she had done.
It then occured to me, our love was so pure that she wanted to presereve it.
In death, to us part,
so shall it be.
