There are no other gods but solemn love.
There are no other terms but broken time.
The destiny exists somewhere above
With written down all the sins and crimes.
There is no other world but what it is.
There are no other words but what we wrote -
Those words could've set the pain at ease
But kill instead, becaming holy quote.
There's no reality but what exist in mind.
No other feelings but what's in the human heart.
A conscious choice: be evil or be kind -
The only troubled path. No end with no start.
In sackcloth bag there's piece of stale bread
And there's flaming torch enlighted in a hand.
Stop sobbing, hiding, go ahead instead
And never turn around to what was left behind.
There's noone who could've care, cry or laugh
And noone who could have heal your heart.
The only pain supporting as a broken staff
Your brittle Universe from falling off apart.
...There's no other purpose of the life but love -
To find one, to keep it through the life.
No destiny is written in the stars above;
Just dedication to going on while still alive
With broken heart still heading to the light.