As life gets a little older
I think about the things
that could have been
then I think about the things
that cannot be
and all the times I said,
it cannot be in a dream
and sometimes in a scream
of disbelief
I knew that
it cannot be
that we are free
to decide our destiny
life’s many thiefs
steal away
right underneath your nose
the joy that could have been
it cannot be that it’s impossible
it cannot be that I have been so weak
it cannot be that I had rather not speak
it cannot be that I forgot how to be me
it cannot be it cannot be
this is my destiny
