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