Sometimes i think the fates must grin as we denounce them and insist.
The only reason we can't win is the fates themselves have missed
Yet, there lives on the ancient claim- we win or lose within ourselves
The shinning trophies on our shelves can never win tomorrows game.

So you and I know deeper down there is a chance to win the crown.
But when we fail to give our best, we simply haven't met the test.
Of giving all and saving none until the game is really won.
Of showing what is meant by grift, of fighting on when others quit.

Of playing through and not letting up, its bearing down that wins the cup.
Of taking it and taking more until we gain the winning score.
Of dreaming there's a goal ahead, of hoping when our dreams are dead.
Of praying when our hope have fled, yet losing not afraid to fall.

If bravely we have given all, for who can ask more of a man than giving all, it seems to me, its not so far from victory.And so the fates are seldom wrong, no matter how they twist and wind.

Its you and I who make our fates, we open up or close the gates On the Road Ahead or the Road Behind