Life-Death 7 - Destiny
Some believe in fate, others have their faith,and some think it's the luck of the draw.
I have never put stock in any of these things,
not even the shit about the shortest straw.
I once felt our lives were pre-ordained,
writ in the Book of Life by God's own hand.
It seemed foolish to think any other way;
now I know my life holds more than I planned.
Eons have passed since the time of your death,
yet you're once again here and alive.
It boggles my mind how you've learned this trick;
how you've learned to cheat death and survive.
I have missed you dearly, my dead heart stone-cold.
Yet as I behold your beauty, it seems to stir again.
Should I try and approach you; does our love still live?
Or will it end with us both feeling pain?
Destiny is a word I don't often use,
but it seems like we have one to meet.
And to have you, any way at all, back in my life
would be a future I'd most willingly greet.
B Heath Harris/(c) 2009
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