Chestmark

You gave it all to see but seeing what you believe is betraying what's right. You called it destiny so how could you tell what was fortune and what was plight? Make a mark on my chest so that once we have parted I'll know where to look for myself Through the ribs of my cage brand my heart, brand my heart so I can look for myself You said your life was free but freedom is parting forever with what you believe. You had a master key to my chest, to my cage but you threw it away. What is destiny? Is it fortune or plight? What is certainty? Is it wrong or right? --- Chestmark - Hjaltalín