Hands Of Fate

Eyes wide open but nothing to see

Eyes shut tight but nothing to dream

I ask myself why do I still plead

For things I can't own, I am mean

I can barely say I'm alive, I don't seem

I'd trade my life for a pot of sand

Because I always fall apart at the seam

And nothing or no one can ever mend

I fought, I was hard, so were always my soul

And my heart, I tried to be the best

But even the best, some day, must go

To reach his last resort, his final test

Failure came, no mercy it showed

Brought together the End, its mate

Took over me, then the evil flooded

Now my body lays in the hands of Fate