Hearts behind bars are like blacked out stars

This poem is long, probably the longest I've ever written, but I feel this dialogue has lots to offer, and maybe you can relate too. We all bump up against walls now and then, and whether we choose to believe in fate or not, we are all following a path, and can choose to step off it if we like. My understanding of Fate may be a little skewed, but to me, Fate is a guide to the place you are meant to end up at, and you can change your path, but in the end, you'll always end up where you're meant to be. The point being though, if you were told the ending of the story, would you keep reading? Even if you didn't like it? Or would you re-write it, could you re-write it? So many rhetorical questions, I'll leave it up to you to decide.

Hearts Behind Bars Are Like Blacked Out Stars

There once was a silly, brown eyed girl
Who opened her heart, and let in the world
She hoped and she dreamed for the One to come along
Sweeping her away to where she belonged
She danced through her life, trying to give more than she gained
She wore dresses and heels, and slept under paper cranes
But one day she woke to a peculiar sight
Something had joined her in the night
Fate sat looming in the corner
Apparently he had come to warn her
“Guard you’re heart, o little one-
Don’t let the boy’s have all their fun-
Because they will take you-
And they will break you-
Little sparrow, they will take your wings –
But I know that you can do most marvelous things-
I see it, I feel it, now you must believe it”
He said as he smoked, with his cigarette lit
Scared, she looked with a questioning stare
Hiding her face with a curtain of hair
“How will I find love if my heart is behind bars?”
She said, with her brown eyes as big as the stars
“How can I be free if you clip my wings?-
You say I can do most marvelous things-
But I’m only a girl, who’s already lost-
And I can’t, and I won’t, forsake love at all costs-
I’ll keep fighting, and searching for him-
Even though your warning is dire and grim-
You may be Fate, but this is my life-
I will take the pain and all strife-
To fight you, dear Fate, I know you are wrong-
So please move along, and stop singing sad songs”
So he got up and shrugged, with a jacket in hand
“So you’ll break the hourglass, but can you pick up the sand?”
He stumbled his way back into the night
Knowing he shouldn't have started this fight
The girl sat there, and watched as he disappeared
She trembled and shook, because this is all that she feared
Her Fate took her one way, while her heart craved another
All she wanted in this life was someone to love her
Even though deemed impossible, and dangerous to pursue
She decided to fight Fate, and so I ask
Will you?