They say the sun shines everyday to hide what to be hidden in darkness, yet that darkness finds it way in our soul's to crush us makings us obey.
Who were we to deny or fate and just who are we to run away for our fated day of our last breath, we are afraid of who we are ment to be so why do we hide from mother natures glow?
To see the sun we forget our own goal tomorrow but wait for tomorrow, who were we to deny the present were so hooked on our past who were we to not see tomorrow.
Instead we question whether we are alive, to feel the tomorrow are not we are all sorrow?
Borrowing the last chance we have from our days we pay with our life so somehow we don't feel so hollow, still morrowing in our sorrow like old fools we are to be or not to be is our question.
Yet when are fate yet intertwined who were we to horrified trying to defy words of law, who were we to create such law if our own faults de-lie our trusted mate is to be delayed.
We our fate is no home for sorrow yet no more morrow to follow, to be our not to be oh I wish we forgot to see the tomorrow.
Only forgetting to look up and delay our fate can not be trusted, we are our fate we should decide our late.
No more traits of our past should we all hate the fact we're mates, no we shall cherish the fact we're marriage for our own glare of fate.