Fate
Fate is something,
Something strange,
Something inevitable.
Fate is in the hands who hold you tight,
Fate is in the eyes which you see clear,
Fate is in the words of the one.
Fate can chance you,
But you can’t chance fate,
Fate is always there,
If it wasn’t,
We won’t have a purpose of life.
And your purpose of life,
Is the only fate you have,
The only fate you want to have,
The only fate which is called love.
Something strange,
Something inevitable.
Fate is in the hands who hold you tight,
Fate is in the eyes which you see clear,
Fate is in the words of the one.
Fate can chance you,
But you can’t chance fate,
Fate is always there,
If it wasn’t,
We won’t have a purpose of life.
And your purpose of life,
Is the only fate you have,
The only fate you want to have,
The only fate which is called love.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Nights gasp: | Donderdag, april 16, 2009 23:02 |
| ik hou ook van jou dus dat sluit mooi aan(sorry voor onaffe antwoord:P) | |
| Nights gasp: | Donderdag, april 16, 2009 23:01 |
| Ik denk dat ik wel van het lot houd(a) | |
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| Auteur: justlikeme | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 april 2009 | ||
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