I surrendered to the darkness.

Him and I were never meant to cross roads,

The chances of us meeting was like finding a needle in a haystack.

Yet there we are, entwined in destiny's inexplicable design.

We hide away from the world

We sit in a secluded grove where time seems to stand still.

No one can know,

That I surrendered to the darkness.

That I, the preachers daughter,

Surrendered to the dar...