THE CHALLENGER OF FATE

Threads are drawn. But I still breathe. Born where fate is never questioned, Names are carved before they live. No ones have spun the end in silence, Offer the seas but never give. They walk the line already written, Step by step, no path their own. But I feel chains beneath their faith. The truth I cannot leave alone. If all is said. If all is known. Then what is will? But flesh and bone. I walk with fate. I don't kneel down. No god decides the way I fall. I face the end, I claim it now. Not written lines, but my own call. I don't escape what's meant to be. I stand beside it. And stay free. And stay free. And stay. I fought the wars, I lived the code. But something burned beneath my skin. Too many lost before their time. Too many lives they call within. Is honor real if none can choose? Is strength just walking what is set? I'd rather break beneath the storm than live a Life already met. Let them watch. Let heaven stare. I won't bow. To what is there. I walk with fate. I don't kneel down. No god decides the way I fall. I face the end, I claim it now. Not written lines, but my own call. I don't escape what's meant to be. I stand beside it. And stay free. And stay free. And stay. Storm above, I speak it Clear. No prayer, no fear, no silent Tear. I don't deny what waits for me. But I choose how that Will be. I walk with fate, but not below. No chain can drag my spirit down. I meet the end, but I will show. It's mine to face, it's mine to own. No god, no thread can silence me. My will defines. My destiny. My destiny. Threads may pull. But I still stand. Not a pawn. But equal hand. When I fall. The truth remains. Not fate, but will. Will speak my name.