Fate
When dost the hand of fate become
The enclosed walls, a prison true
To hold us down with lock and key
Controlling all we say and do
And still remains a paradigm
A curious queue unanswered yet
If every action bears no motive
Why do we bear regret
The time has come my simple friend
To break these chains and make a stand
For in the end when truth be told
Your fate is in your hands
The enclosed walls, a prison true
To hold us down with lock and key
Controlling all we say and do
And still remains a paradigm
A curious queue unanswered yet
If every action bears no motive
Why do we bear regret
The time has come my simple friend
To break these chains and make a stand
For in the end when truth be told
Your fate is in your hands
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