The Bewitching Beauty

What if everything is predetermined?

Then who's in the wrong, you or me?

If I am abandoned, betrayed, trampled underfoot,

covered in every kind of filth,

will you reach out to pull me free, or push me down?

I struggle and wander through despair and ugliness,

I press onward through darkness and the lust for power.

Who is it, gazing at me tenderly from ahead?