Destiny is calling on me,
Asking for greatness from me
But I hear sounds echoing from across
The bustling winds of the starry sky
Carrying the burden of a heavy cry
That vows to vouch for my loss

O Father, who art in the skies above
I call upon your heavenly love
And seek refuge from the confines of hate
Make of me, a man weak and mortal,
Great in aptitude with a mission immortal
So that I may come to be pleased with my fate

Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj
April 19, 2013

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