Badly wounded, I instead lived while fated to die
I should count it as being told I have a purpose
I might not matter to a vast majority of the world
While bleeding and broken, with purpose I rise
It is not my own will, but another that has chosen
So I shall endure, for it is for Elysium I yearn
A world exists in which I won't be missed
But death you are too late, I am yet alive
Led by my last remaining strength, I endure
Waiting to be claimed, by angels of the world
I've purpose, a quest if you will, oh I will rise
My lesson learned, the curse is broken
For I was dead, but then was chosen
I've survived, My God I have a reason
My death had been fated but it wasn't her season
