Some things are not meant to be…

You ache, you pain, you beg and pray
You wish that you’ll be guided
Down that righteous way-
Into the light, and a brighter day.

You rise in happiness, tears of joy
Of fanatical dreams, wishes coming true
A blossoming flower, the brightest hue
Right before the storm, born to destroy.

You think you’ll survive, you will persevere
With the stolen times, moments you hold dear
But the tide is indestructible, unbending and mad-
It’ll wash away even the meagre, you thought you had.

Some things are not meant to be, never will be
Some things are fleeting, however much strong,
Herald birth of hope, a life, unfettered, free-
But they all do die, even before they are born.