It was chance
Pretty lucky I guess
We made it when everyone else
Was dealt a fatal card
I look at the past
How we barely made it out alive
And by clutching onto freedom
Learned to breathe underwater
But listen.
Fate has not won us
We don't await that fatal blow
Because beyond the conviction
Of imminence
Is love.
The marked road we tread
Is completely metaphoric
And I am so convinced
I know not even fate could invervene
You and I were ment to be
Past what fate could percieve.
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