If It Is Meant to Be

What is meant to be will find its' way;
What was not written will go away.

Her garish dress in the light,
His garish smile made her blind.

Lost and Confused in a time of despair,
She found her way through the gardens of hell.

His divine treasure, lost at time
Was later found in an island covered in sand.

What is meant to be will find its way, and
What is not written will go away.

Her garish dress, his garish smile
Found their way through the gardens of hell.

It was meant to be, they found their way,
Everything else went away.