Like the rain it fell,
Upon my innocent soul,
Soaking it deep, turning
My heart weak and weary
Tribulation hooks my hand
Walking down red Sea, disguised
Trouble ambush, weariness frown
With passion looking around
Is this really a mistake or fate? I cried.
Suffering repeated mistreated, peeping
Through the windows, whispering
To the air I continue
Asking the same question..
Is this really a mistake or fate?
Dilemma stood beside me smiling,
Lingering loud to my innermost,
Wearing garment of confusion,
Sat on the road raggedy,
Gloomy to friend and fremd,
This is never my choice, I cried.
Fate give my days bullet automatic choice,
Foolishly fighting to resist it,
Running away from it but closer it comes,
It brings together and tears apart,
Deciding my way, I detest
Protest against fate mount my lips
Telling friends and alien
Some said it's necessity of life,
Absolutely requisite it is,
Doom! Ill fate! I can't accept it
Some passed speechlessly,
Are you passing without a word too?