Pride is her sin
Bless the revolutionary road
The youthful dreams churning within
Haunted by ghostish whispers
In a fictional world of her own creation
Had she mastered the bliss of humbleness
Conquest of wisdom would have been her daily ritual
A free spirit she is
Pushed the freedom button, lit crimson ambition onto her records
Diven into the jaw of the monstrous sea
Sailed away on a lonely journey towards one of the coldest wests
What easted east and wested west
One man lied to geography and so history followed
Music is her wine
Dancing in the flames of endless joy and pain of choices, and the in-betweens
Oh, how painful are the in-betweens
Misguided in the realm of endless doubt
Between right and wrong lies an eternal drought of faith
Bound by fate …. an untiable bond
A fateful obligation to utter submission to …. fate
Who can escape their fate
Fate or destiny or God, can we differentiate, before the end draws near,
Can we negotiate what would our fate become, before clean slates are definitely erased
A mountain of deeds hides underneath her troubled conscience
Good or bad, even when intentions are resolute, actions deviate
The good, the bad and the ugly reside in every particle of human race
Are choices predetermined or free-willed, our thoughts tirelessly race
Pride is a sin among many others
The old man said: “unsheathe your sword in the face of temptation”
“Against your heart, ignite a revolution”
“Remember, repentance remains the man’s sole road to salvation”
Whether atonement for wrongdoing is a predetermination or choice
Forgetfulness stays a curse and a solace
There’s an insatiable curiosity about the purpose of man’s existence
As men fall for their causes – soon she’d fall too
Perfectionism is a myth when death hour strikes too soon
