You'd have grown up a cynic
If it wasn't for your near death experiment,
If it wasn't for your mother's testiment,
That she loved you.

You'd have grown up a coward
If it wasn't for your step-father's abuses,
If it wasn't for your sister,
And how she hated him.

I'll never find out if what could have been
Would have been if it hadn't have been for you.
But I didn't expect summer rain
And I won't dress up my secret pains,
I will stand up if it's all the same,
Whether you like it or not
Let the arms of fate carry on.
Be Strong.

You'd have been a mother
If it wasn't for your decision,
If it wasn't for that incision,
But did it cut into fate?

He'd have been the president,
Cured cancer, or your aching heart,
But he won't, and it doesn't matter,
If it can bleed, it doesn't shatter,

And if it wants, it'll find it's way,
And if you let go, you'll be ok.
And if you can find love, in everything,
And accept the world for what it brings.

You'll never find out if what could have been
Would have been if it hadn't been for this.
But you can't expect a miracle,
And you can't say that fate is satirical,
Because it comes all the same,
Whether you like it or not.
Let the arms of fate carry on.

And just be strong.