Fate is no line that we can trace
But moving stars through endless space
It sings in loss it hums in gain
A hidden pattern carved by pain
Every fall becomes ascent
Every wound a testament
The path you curse will one day show
Why rivers curve before they flow
Chance wears reason’s quiet face
Disguise of mercy form of grace
The more you fight the more it bends
Till you become what never ends
So walk with faith not plan or scheme
The unseen hand completes the dream
Fate circles back both near and far—
Your shadow knows where blessings are