• as i sit at the window
    and look to the sky
    in the clouds i see my desteny,
    as my desteny stares me in the face
    as it screams through my mind
    yet still i reject it
    for i have the strength
    i will survive
    for i have the sight
    i will stay alive
    and because i have both
    my desteny will turn tail and hide
    but it will come back
    when i call it to my sky
    just as i did so long ago
    on that rainy winter day