Nenad Šešo - The slope of fate - AI Music Generator (version 1)

The slope of fate


Only the broken fall down the slope,
those stripped of love, of light, of hope.
But you— I won’t let fate mislead,
nor wolves of darkness watch you bleed.
Stones that tumble from mountains high—
I won’t let you be one of those who cry.
I’d give you to a swallow’s wing,
a streaming river, an early spring,
a field of mimosas, soft and wide,
where someone stops as you pass by—
and sees your beauty, undefied.

How glorious that time once was,
when all we loved fit into us—
the places chosen, hands aligned,
the world at peace, the days kind.
But strangers fill the hollow space,
and shadows shift from face to face.
Nothing is ever what it seems—
yet still I want to guard your dreams—
the magic of lives that never became,
the echo of hope without a name,
the love for what has yet to rise,
the silent truth behind our eyes.

The mirror softens in its grace;
my soul at last reveals a face.
To those who follow after me
I leave a will to grow and see,
a sharpened gaze, both fierce and kind,
a heart that chooses not to blind,
that wounds no innocent by mistake,
that bends, yet never learns to break.

What good are laws where money reigns?
What feeds the swindlers, their domains,
except the coins they throw like bait
to pull us toward a hungrier fate?
Time gets lost, for reasons strange—
and never turns, and cannot change.
We were not made as beasts to roam,
but seekers on the path to home—
to virtue, truth, and things that shine,
to what makes human souls align.

So hold on tight—don’t let fate take
the part of you that storms might break.
Hold on—though mountains fall in two,
we still were made to climb them through.
Hold on—your heart was never wrong;
what breaks us also makes us strong.