Through sunlit days
and moonlit nights
It's all a struggle,
A desperate fight.

Gift from the Gods,
Or child of Earth,
Life, Love,
the pursuit of hurt.

The power, the passion,
The love of rain,
Whatever it may be,
Whatever we gain,

It's all just another
Part of the fight,
Just another lesson,
in the gift of life.

What of these powers,
given to me?
What of these powers,
I cannot see?

Joy or feast,
Angel or Beast,
What of these powers,
Of these senses I breed?

Oh, Holy Temple,
Blessed Be,
For I have the power
To maketh ME.

When Lightening strikes
Through thunder and rain,
Behold the power
That keeps me sane.

For there never is
A soul to blame,
Only Fate, Fortune,
and the Pursuit of Pain.

(anonymous)