Writer’s defense: I was 17, and I thought I loved the guy, I think.
This Destiny! What a Mutiny!
He says our lives are written in the sands
That fate has known our dreams since then
I say my life is written in my own hands
My words in my mouth they tremble then
Did fate choose for my heart to love then?
Or did I will with my mind this love to grow?
For if the first, I have no blame then
As for the second my sins surely flow
But for him my heart yearns so
And know no reasons and no shame!
In the darkness it will brightly glow
So that to hide it is only a game
In the end whether fate or destiny
It is my heart that has chosen a mutiny.