My hands, destiny
Like a game of chance
No regrets, just interruptions
My powers grow, when I'm bad
No regrets, just obstructions
Like a walk of fame
My hands, destiny
My eyes, surrender
Like a random rose
No sorrow, just adversity
My powers grow, when I'm evil
No sorrow, just agony
Like a fall from my kingdom
My eyes, surrender
(c) Marc Noël 2002
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