Who still believes in fate?

Why it is called destiny.

Dreams could be shattered by tears

Promises unfulfilled and forgotten

Memories leaving and livid

Flying colors no longer looking their best

Bright lights bleak and obscure

My words cease to flow

Challenges bombard me like bees to honey

Am I ready to face it?

Will I beam in the dirt?

Will I beam in the dirt?

Will I survive with my tenacity?

Or will I fade for eternity.

The feeling of pain, suffering and shame

Creeps up my skin like the rise of sun

My hope dwindles with time

Dim and dull is my future, 

Heavy to bear, my very yoke has become

The world is getting vile each passing day

Gifting thorns forgetting I am just man

At crow of every cock another life of mine is lost

I've become fragile than a glass

My soul withers like a rose

Parched and alone : she fades

Like the moon rises after every fall

Will I survive with tenacity

Or will I Fade?