Destiny

Destiny arose on the wings of an angel,
Flying through the eyes of a stranger.
She wore the tunic of sinners' shame,
Her soul scarred and broken, full of anger.
His eyes tore through her image,
Wandering upon an arid plain.
Her tunic blazed with memories of blame,
Shattering his mind with the strain.

Broken into a million pillows of pain,
Her heart filled with to many vivid sorrows.
No more to wander upon the sinners plain,
It's a wonder she survived so many tomorrows.
He's touched her soul, needing her so,
Lightening strikes Destiny fast.
He's opened a door, where only he can go,
Breaking the pieces of a cloaked past.

Destiny arose on the wings of an angel,
Unthinkable despair blinding her no more.
The strangers' soul absorbed the unquestionable pain,
A broken woman, left alone on a jagged shore.
His hand, broken and bleeding, thrashed the treacherous haunts,
Her mind wavering dangerously close to the edge.
"Destiny!" He cries longingly, reaching out to find her,
Her mind reaches out to him, As she grasps onto sanitys ledge.

Broken into a million pillows of pain,
Her heart filled with to many vivid sorrows.
No more to wander upon the sinners plain,
It's a wonder she survived so many tomorrows.
He's touched her soul, breathing her so,
Lightening strikes Destiny fast.
He's opened a door, where only he can go,
Breaking the pieces of a cloaked past.

Destiny arose on the wings of an angel,
Grasping through darkness unknown.
Her tunic falling into the depths of hell,
Her mind regaining the seeds of sanity sewn.
His heart overflowing with beautiful love,
Her heart holding fast forever more.
Their souls united as one, never to separate,
A new Destiny, with many an unopened door.

Broken into a million pillows of pain,
Their hearts filled with no vivid sorrows.
No more to wander upon the sinners plain,
It's no wonder they'll survive so many tomorrows.
He's touched her soul, desiring her so,
Lightening strikes Destiny fast.
They've opened a door, where only he can go,
Beginning anew, breaking the pieces of a cloaked past.

Copyright ?2001 Timber McCall