Cause of Pain

Hard as rock
She will not yield
Cold as rain
He will not cease
They're bound to cross each other's paths
Refuse to look at each other's faces
Yet the Fates would play their card
Pull a thread from the weave
Laughter echoes,
Shrills of voices from a myth.
Crossroads of discerning
One chooses to take
Is it the Fates or
Destiny
that decides
A fictonal story of men
Pride takes the warmth away
Is it the stars or the planets
Or are the gods to blame?
Its the mortals that choose
Not to yield like the rock
Not to cease with the rain.

Feb 26, 2004 9:53

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