I see you there
A moth I think
As I decide to spark a flame,
Flying to your destiny,
Not knowing if there\'s blame,
Did you will yourself toward my flame?
Or was it by design?
Did you do as she intended?
Or beat, our mothers cries!
Blackened now,
Before my eyes,
A simple thought does pass,
Will I fly or turn away,
Can any choose their path!