Tryst with destiny

I will not soar along
Not go where destiny takes
I will fly where I belong
No matter how high are the stakes
I am a phoenix in disguise
Who will rise again from the ash
I am on board for a flight
Even if I have to make choice rash
I will fly along the sun
I will ascend the moon
Even if the time outruns
I will not descend soon
I have made a tryst with destiny
I will sing, minstrel in symphony