Fate spins and sways
As a watch does on a chain
A small white stick
Impatience is overwhelming
Life stands on a balance
And on an edge of a cliff
What is to come tips and falls
Two pink lines
Stomach surges, heart pounds
Panic rolls and floods through
Lips dry, blood boils
Death to the man who caused this
Feelings caper about
One as the leader
Skipping and then falling
Another takes it place
Fear and devastation
Then delight and joy
Finally the want for blood
Death to the man who caused this
If only he had controlled himself
If only he held it in
Better to have cut it off than put it into hell
If only I would have known better
If only it wasn’t true
The angel growing within me