Overcomed by grief, overwhelmed by fear,
Everything I touch, turns into mess,
Everything I try , ends in salty tears..
With no hope left, and hope dies as last,
With no one to turn to, except the cold stars,
'Cause all are busy with themselves..no place for trust,
And God laughs in the Nether, caring for his wars..
So into the claws of Fate, I throw myself in,
There is more to loose, than there is to gain,
In this war of minds I fight my own kin,
With uncertain thoughts, I step into the train.
Mile by mile, I am nearing the final stage,
Bringing what little there's left of sanity,
Breathing the free air yet locked in a cage,
But in the final hour... there is just serenity..
Serenity and firm unquelching resolve,
I do not know where from comes this divine calm,
The fire that brings me on,
But now I know, how the problem I have to solve,
I hear a clear voice, like in battle when lound sounds the horn..
Luck is my bride, Fate holds my hand,
Gone is the grief, and gone is the fear..
Before me lies, just fair and green land,
And within touch suddenly, she whom I hold dear.
And so I cannot otherwise, just to say,
That true is what tells the ancient rumor,
And so I cry in joy (although carefuly) for hey!,
The Gods indeed have sense for humor!
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