Guiding Night

Father, father, guidance, light,
Why cast me out into the night?
Is it my fate to wish you dead,
But need you more than I have said?
Mother, mother, beauty, grace,
There are tears upon your face.
You can't save me from my lot,
So let me go. So let me rot.
Is it within me to forgive,
To stagger on, to breathe, to live?
Can I ignore, can I forget,
Can I cease to yearn, to fret?
Can I accomplish all these things,
Though your Hell within me sings?
Is there future for me still?
Is it your wish? Is it your will?
But fate is cruel: you are the same.
My body, born of fire, of flame,
Will bend to you, a humble creature.
Suffering shall be my teacher.