DESTINY...................................................

A piece of me falls off
    Every moment, every day
Tiny bits spill out
    As I walk along the bay
Spread out along the path
    That I tread night and day
Reminding me of me
    That were and was to be

I turn around the post
    And walk the beaten path
To pick my pieces up
   To search me where I was

But, recover, as I do
   Somethings are lost for good
I search me where I was
   And search is all I can

'cause I was what would have been
   but I am what was to be.........................................