Choir of the broken

I feel as though the ground beneath my feet has cracked and shaken until it has brought me to my knee.

As I kneel I hear the echoes of those who's will have been broken and I wonder am I to share their fate or choose to be free.

Destiny calls for me in what seems to be clutches of a wraith that I am not eager yet to face.

Desperately I crave to stand in hope and cast thy fear aside only to scream forth "No, you shall not have me in your dark embrace"

A man, who stands on his principles, never had forsaken his morals, his vision still so clear.

Is such a man considered prideful if he denies the silver tongue to whisper in to his ear?

But if he bears an ear to hear only to not be of closed of mind will he then have sacrificed his righteousness?

How does though break reigns of fear and remorse upon the hopeless?

Destiny shall never claim thy voice upon the choir of the broken.