Somehow,
Someway,
Maybe I’m
Insane.
There’s no
Escape.
Today, I’m at a standstill,
Could this be God’s will?
I cannot (alone)
Try to change fate.
It’s written in stone,
Or I’m just too late.
Or I’m just too late.
Flames fall and rise from once innocent eyes,
Accusations were wrong, why not apologize?
We had one last chance to make things right,
You blew it to pieces, so I won’t cry tonight.
I won’t cry tonight.
Somehow,
Someway,
But I’m not insane.
I’ve found my escape.
I’m leaving you at a standstill,
This must’ve been God’s will.
You cannot (alone)
Try to change fate.
It’s not written in stone,
But you’re just too late.
You’re just too late.
What I first envisioned didn’t go as planned,
The future now shines upon me, how grand.
It seemed impossible to change fate
And you’re not in mine this time -
You’re just too late.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem