fate is in her hands
Destiny is a gift given by thunder
Which is why I don’t believe such as this wonder
It was merely a coincidence when her and I were summoned for the same task
We did what we were assigned without us having to be asked
As we train to fight and surcease one’s sorrow
We were so impossibly close, that a book didn’t have to be borrowed
We both shared a dissatisfying goal
Something that lingers deep down in our souls
We progress and progress together as one
Of course we were told we couldn’t be together, but we didn’t worry about that a ton
From the day she very first kissed me
To when we are face to face, her getting ready to kill me
I long on the thought that maybe it was destiny