It's all destiny's design,
Fine, I'll follow the plan.
I'll morph anew,
But first, let me die again.
It's my ordained path,
to bleed and decompose,
See, I'm never the same.
From an unknown grave
to the light, I'll rise again.

A woman, perhaps, different
on her ways,
Bearing secrets that
ought never to be expressed.
Overwhelmed by the scenes, of
the witnessed calamities,
The weeps that can't be suppressed.

But fine, she'll be, fine,
With her flushed rosy cheeks.
Fine, perhaps, one day,
Emotions of pure joy, she'll encounter.
In destiny's design, this life,
We're all surely tested.
I'll perish to emerge from experience,
with my heart always alive,
And to baseness, never tempted.

© Caillou