Life Of Irony

I hate the fates that torture me
Why must I live such irony
I want nothing more but to see her gentle face
To love her, hold her and feel her warm embrace
But my search was all for not
Finding nothing of that I sought
Looking for the one that makes me complete
I am tired, lonely and wear the scars of defeat
Why must I be the pawn of this game
But maybe her piece feels the same
What if she too is looking for me
Searching, looking but cannot see
Perhaps she too is cursing fate
While searching for her soul mate
Perhaps one day each other, we'll find
And cease the curse of being blind
I can't wait till I'm at her side
I'll be the groom and she'll be the bride
Oh please fate show me sympathy
Please let me feel her company
Oh my fate be kind to me
Stop my life of irony.