Fates cruel hand
By Raymond Livingston
Every damn day, we stand at a crossroad,
Pick a path, pray it’s the right load.
One choice shapes what the next will be,
And the fates laugh, watching silently.
In the daylight, I’m with my kids at play,
Chasing dreams in the park, like it’s all okay.
But when night falls and the moon’s the only friend,
Truth and madness start to blend.
Fate’s a bitch, man, yeah, she don’t play fair,
Takes what you love, leaves pain in the air.
You give your soul, your blood, your fight—
Still she’ll twist the knife deep in the night.
Life ain’t scripted, no easy plan,
Just chaos ruled by fate’s cruel hand.
We had our summer days out by the lake,
Laughed till we cried, for the love we’d make.
But winter came and stole you away,
Left me praying to a God I can’t obey.
When you’re gone, how the hell do I believe,
When the only thing that kept me living had to leave?
You were the light, the reason, the flame—
Now all I whisper is your name.
Fate’s a bitch, man, yeah, she don’t play fair,
Takes what you love, leaves pain in the air.
You give your soul, your blood, your fight—
Still she’ll twist the knife deep in the night.
Life ain’t scripted, no easy plan,
Just chaos ruled by fate’s cruel hand.
Now I wake to a ghost in my bed,
A faded pillow, cold where your head once led.
Mirror shows a face I barely know,
A broken man with nowhere to go.
“I love you,” echoes like smoke in my chest,
Fuck this life, it burned my best.
Love’s a cruel joke, a loaded gun,
You pull the trigger, then it’s all undone.
They said, "Life’s what you make it,"—what a lie.
How you make peace when all you can do is cry?
I gave it all, in God’s creation’s name,
Now I’m just a man haunted by the same damn pain.
Fate’s a bitch, yeah, she don’t play fair,
Takes what you love, leaves nothing there.
You fight your battles, you take your stand,
But you can’t outlive fate’s cruel hand.
Yeah, life goes on—but I’m barely a man,
Living my story by fate’s cruel hand.
