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Each of us has his own destiny,

assigned by the creator.

And I kneeel here on bended knee

before Him, as I implore

Him to give me some indication

of His divine plan

as it pertains to me.



Silence, I hear nothing but silence

upon the winds of change.

Oh, if only I could convice

Him to speak, He might rearrange

all the dreams I thought had died

ages ago, inside

my heart due to my negligence.



The winds of change blow right past me,

I can feel the gusts, but they carry me not.

Each of us has his own destiny,

and I have earnestly sought

to find mine, but it seems so elusive.

But has the search been all-inclusive?

Have I looked deep within me?



Each of us has his own destiny,

assigned by the creator.

And I kneeel here on bended knee

before Him, as I implore

Him to give me some indication

of His divine plan

as it pertains to me.



And finally, He speaks softly

to my heart, and I listenwith vigilance

as He asks if I have looked deep within me

to find the dreams, desires, and passions

He has carefully placed within my heart?

For that is the place to start

in the search for my destiny.



Each of us has his own destiny,

assigned by the creator.

And I kneeel here on bended knee

before Him, as I implore

Him to accept my gratitude

for allowing destiny to allude

not the humble heart of me.