Part One: The First Step

Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test, a twist of fate.
The gate that stands, both tall and wide,
Awaits the souls who’ve walked with pride.
They come from fields of dreams once sown,
From paths unknown, from lands unknown.

Each life, a journey hard and long,
Marked by the heartbeats, weak, then strong.
Each footstep leaves a tale untold,
Of fleeting moments, of growing old.
And when the weary traveler stands,
The gate awaits with open hands.

But what is this, the gate of fate?
Is it a place, a silent state?
A final test, a place to rest,
Or just another heart’s request?
To know the truth of what awaits,
To see beyond those ancient gates.

For every soul that walks this road,
Has carried burdens, light and bold.
They've known the joy, they've known the pain,
They’ve weathered losses, danced through rain.
And yet, when faced with this last door,
They find themselves both scared and sure.

The gate of fate, so quiet, still,
Is not a force that bends to will.
It opens only when the time,
Has come to end the endless climb.
But is it truly an end, or start,
A turning of the soul’s great heart?

Each traveler comes from realms unknown,
Yet each arrives as they have grown.
For fate, it molds them, teaches them,
To rise again, to walk again.
And when the gate looms just ahead,
They know they’ve lived, they know they’ve bled.

They’ve fought the wars within their mind,
They’ve left behind the ties that bind.
They’ve learned that love, though never free,
Is worth the pain, the ecstasy.
And now they stand, at last, before
The gate that waits to say, “Explore.”

Part Two: The Road We Travel

Through every life, through every strife,
The soul must carve a path to life.
From birth to death, from dawn to dusk,
They seek their place, they seek the trust.
The road is long, the path unclear,
Yet onward still, they persevere.

They wander through both dark and light,
They face the shadows, face the fight.
And though they stumble, though they fall,
They rise again, they stand tall.
For fate does not determine who
Shall reach the gate, but those who knew.

They knew the pain, the heartache deep,
They knew the secrets that they’d keep.
They learned to listen to the wind,
To understand what lies within.
And though the road may twist and turn,
It’s in the struggle they will learn.

The gate ahead seems far away,
But it’s a step at a time they say.
No matter how the years unfold,
No matter what the story told,
Each soul will reach its final gate—
It’s just a matter of their fate.

Through seasons’ change, through nights of tears,
Through whispered hopes and growing fears,
Each traveler learns what they must know—
To let some things die, to let some go.
And when the gate begins to shine, ...