It was meant to be that I walk through walls of pain.
It was meant to be that I regret yesterday.
It was meant to be that I feel this way.
I feel, I sense, I think, I say.
I say what I feel.
I act in truth.
I am sick.
It wasnt meant to be that you suffer,
It wasnt meant to be that we are here.
It wasnt meant to be that I accept my fate.
I dont know what I was meant to be.
But I know what I want to be.
I want more than this and more than what this can offer.
I desire peace and not war.
I desire wisdom yet fight for none.
I am not alone but feel so.
I am not dead but feel so.
I want to be free.
I feel so locked, condemned.
I Know I am free.
I know you are next to me.
You belong to me and I belong to you.
You were meant to be with me even if you are real.
I place you next to be, imagine you here with me.
I lean on you and expect your coming and wait in desperation.
In the end its you and me.
It was meant to be.
Its the truth.
Even if this is all an illusion.
I am free-er
