The Breaking Wheel

The sky is the wheel of Fortune,

Which turns about like a machine.

The dawn of hope and dusk of despair

Both serving her machinations.

Hope raises the wheel,

Despair lowers it again.

While they seem to be in conflict,

They just help fate deal her blows. 

But the stroke of mercy will not come,

And I won't be saved till I break free.
By all means do your worst,
You'll find I am unbreakable.

All the pain just makes me stronger;

Someday I'll break these chains.