TwistedFate

Do we live according to a pre-written plan? Is there a writer who keeps messing with our scripts? We never really know what life has in hand So we play the cards we’re dealt and hope we don’t slip Hard decisions plague our routines everyday And we see people come in and out of our lives at will Some we get close to and love and they leave anyway When we question it, sometimes the answers make us ill We look for friendship, compassion and above all loyalty Particularly when things go wrong and we can’t thrive And we’re treated like crap by wannabe royalty We end up feeling like bad luck rules our lives Funny thing is, we’re the only people who can control it all Our fate can only be decided by the futures we want to see We are the writers of our own stories, we decide if we rise or fall It’s up to us to choose our fate, and write our unscripted destiny

Like a Knight from the days of old He wears his armour over a heart of gold Fighting for survival in life's great war Demons in his mind from all he saw He fears no man, blade or bodily harm He can't count the times he nearly bought the farm Standing against evil, a gauntlet he would face Fighting for good and vanishing without a trace Living with body covered by the scars of his past He travels on hoping he's find true love at last The Armour around his heart, fading slowly He was a hardened warrior, yet humble and lowly  Like all Knights, he has a chip on his shoulder  Bearing the weight of his pain, onward he'd soldier His only weakness was his Noble heart  And from his undying lust for love, he did not part Only the blades of love could pierce his armour  Bringing him to his knees, as he was no charmer To defend his love he would charge any fight But for now he wonders on, a lost and lonely Knight