She holds the hands of time
tho’ you will never see her face,
And she is times truest ruler
and her name is, Madam Fate,
Oh she can be so very good
yet bring the world to its knees,
Can’t feel her, nor touch her
not one you’ll hear smell or see,
She delivers your unknowns
brings them all to raw fruitions,
She’s every questions answer
doesn’t care about indecisions
~Chorus~
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She’s breath before you take it
your words before you speak,
She’s the mother of mere time
your every life to end or greet,
She’s but yesterday, tomorrow
which become but our todays,
And the path that leads to you
she’s every step with no delay,
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She’s the sum to your questions
tho you may not like her answer,
And her way and choice it’s final
nothin’ you say or do will matter,
She’s your end and its beginning
and the grey which lies between,
She cares not about your hearts
nor of its wishes or your dreams,
She’s the light that you can’t see
and better pray that it’s not dark,
from the day that you were born
till its end, she’ll leave her marks,
~Chorus~
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She’s breath before you take it
your words before you speak,
She’s the mother of mere time
your every life to end or greet,
She’s but yesterday, tomorrow
which become but our todays,
And the path that leads to you
she’s every step with no delay,
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And though time it’s unforgiving
she could bring time to its knees,
Tho’hands of time keep turning
if she chose all time would seize,
She is but heaven if your worthy
and tortured hell for all the bad,
She’s the reason for the hurting
yet then again, can heal the sad,
She is a child while in the street
who then was silenced by a car,
Who never saw her 6th birthday
fate intervened and left her scar,
~Chorus~
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She’s breath before you take it
your words before you speak,
She’s the mother of mere time
your every life to end or greet,
She’s but yesterday, tomorrow
which become but our todays,
And the path that leads to you
she’s every step with no delay,
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Your last breath she’ll be taking
yes she’ll decide how and when,
She’ll be there in all our endings
she’ll cling to you until your end,
And she’s that writer with a pen
who’s had enough of all his pain,
Then takes his loaded forty four
and he finally silences his brain,
She’s but the ruler of man’s time
and she never thinks to hesitate,
She is tomorrow, if she chooses
she’s the deadly, “Hands Of Fate”
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Calm Before The Storm
