Recovery

Don't think someone can't make a comeback.
On death's brink a miracle 
Can sway destiny's balance.
Lands devoured by massive waves 
Resurface in glorious fate,
And we who cried may too be saved.

Mortals don't know who gets saved.
A pendulum meets its comeback
And we call it fate,
But actually it's a miracle. 
I smile at him and he waves;
She laughs with us and life feels balance.

Tears are included in the balance,
Totems I wish I'd saved
Now buried in the waves
Of decades' desert comeback.
All at once it's a miracle,
Across thousands of years it's fate.

Laugh at yourself Nick, for fate
Is a rationalization of balance;
The workings of a miracle,
And sadly those who aren't saved
In slaughter rule games with no comeback,
Alike they crash on illusive waves.

As a gentle brushstroke's waves
I try to bend beside my fate,
Which has included a prior comeback,
From close-to-death restored to balance.
If even I could be saved,
There's no unbelievable miracle.

Love is the greatest miracle
Among the many makers of waves;
It shines its special light, which is saved
Until a heart designs its own fate.
The paradigm of balance
Provides for many a comeback.

The jewel of the comeback miracle
Doesn't require balance on waves:
We can't know our fate is not to be saved.