The Thought
That it would Never be
Always a simple affair
Troubled by fear

Was the Destiny
That could have been
A bitter Sweet memory
Driven by Fear

The Freedom
That is of Desire unlimited
At the helm of life
Void of fear

Was the Reason
That caught the Heart
A dire feeling of sorrow
Benign with fear

Fear of the Soul
That is of the Mind
At the Pulse of the Heart
Driven by destiny

Is the Adrenaline
That createth the Madness
At all attempts for Peace
Crazy for the Truth