Riddles of Fate ride above,
on broken wings of sparrow and dove.
They sing of sorrow.
They sing of love.
As the sins of the father,
become the sins of the son.
One shall be two,
and two shall be one.
As the broken child that's left behind,
Cries to the lord of heaven, divine.
'Bring me peace from torment's delight, '
'Bring me shelter from the comming night.'
'Why? ' He cries, to heaven above.
'Can't you, Father, show me love? '
His pain worsens with no reply,
and he feels as if he might die.
Yet his soul revives,
when night turns to day,
and with sparrows above,
he walks away.
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