The Compassionate Destiny String

Don't be blind by the moment, give us the freedom to find our fate

Strumming giving your energy into this creation of passion

Don't filter your love for this, It is you.

In all the ways you could imagine.

Holding each string down with a warm hand you look up to another struggling to do so

You hold onto helping them to hold it down with a smile of compassion, how will you hope to hold both for as long as they need?

They may even walk away a leave you behind to hold it for yourself

Is this what loneliness feels like?

Couldn't be though, with this golden strings all around noticing its not all that at all

Others abandoning the strings, for the hope to find a new struggle, or wasn't it a passion

Now all you want is to let go but how selfish would you be if you even for a moment thought to consider it