I walk upon the distant shores,
and yet I hear them constantly.
The voices near my ear whisper,
whisper dearly so adamantly.
We stand upon opposite sides,
yet to separate is but a stream.
The Fates they are,
the Fates they seem.
nothing more then dreams
Command one self,
back straight - salute the captained Fates.
Lock and key, where sound is deaf,
behind bars and shadowed gates.
The Fates they are,
the Fates they seem.
nothing more then dreams
Doom and sadness they foretell,
hurt and anger are all they deem.
Commanded into service,
I follow with trying dignity.
A tunneling of bleakness,
innocence, a heart of fragility.