Fate

My heart quivers tender as I render my mortality,
I weep uncontrollably at mankind’s brutality.
I pray there is more amour that awaits,
I hope there are answers and meaning to our fates.

My hope weighs down with such power in our hands,
To think of such wonders that lay beyond our lands.
Weakened and fragile I attempt to embrace,
All intricate patterns scattered, enlaced.

Woven together through the tunnel of time,
Such enigma astounds me that we all entwine.
For what purpose are we like lost lambs with no guide?
For what reason for our being and end deride?

For what reason do we kill and take souls of kind?
We wander terrain in an attempt to find.
Nothing explained of pain and loss,
We know nothing of death and yet it costs.

We live to laugh, to love, to inspire,
We forgive and Basque to all that transpires.
We ache for those who leave us in time,
My only hope is we’ll meet again some time.