Yourself are your true mate

 

                                                   

                           

The sky is so tragically

beautiful

It is the graveyard of stars;

It doesn't hurt but it leaves the

scars,

Not just on mind but the whole

human soul

Not just it control, but the heart

that it stole.

Maybe that's what life has to 

give,

But this should not stop you to

relive!

Cause without pain,

How would you know joy;

It builds you up and just believe,

that it does not destroy.

All you need to have is faith,

Cause once it was said that life

is 'fickle finger of fate',

Believe in yourself because you

yourself are your true mate.