The Fickle Finger of Fate
Dances in the Fire
As Man chases his dreams
And the things he does Desire
But all these many dreams
Put man in conflict with
his fellow Man
And Fate quietly waits and
smiles
As the flames of hate,
Are blown stronger by the Fan
And as Fates Fickle Finger
Watches mans wars and mans
Rage
The hands of time slowly
Turn another Page
And History keeps
repeating
All the Errors man has made
But man never learns
As the memories
All gently fade
And sometimes there is
hope
And sometimes there is not
And sometimes we can’t
understand
Why Fate dealt us the hand we’ve
got
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