Fuel of Fate Give

In the exposure of your composure
I know not who you are
Of that I am sure
But now your afar

So give me the fuel of your fire
And give me that of my desire
Give me the time to preserve
That which I must observe

Give me space now to grow
Don’t take that which I know
To which I will never go
And plead with you so

Make me free
From the me
And all I would be
For now I see

So give me not your hand
For it could not be in this land
As silver sandals walk on sand
Ever forward with guiding hand

2005