A Song of Joy

What was destiny for my friend,

who was killed at age twenty three?

What was fate for my neighbors,

who packed their belongings and fled the country?

A sense of inevitability, like a cloud that rains on me whenever I dwell on it,

blurs my vision and haunts my sleep.

But the thought of unkown is not enough to crush my spirit.

Like a Pheonix out of the ashes I will rise,

like the Nautilus that searches the deep,

so will I fly on the wings of butterflies.

And escape the mold that has been created for destiny,

A song of joy my heart will sing, endlessly.