As if it could have been any different. As if the facts could be changed. As if life was in our hands for us to do with it what we please. As if we were masters of our fates.
We hold on to perchance, to maybe. We straddle the line between hope and despair and hold on with all our strenght. And we will not be shaken off, we will not be moved. For if that line is our last chance, then it is also our life line, and none of us can exist without it. And altough others may try to break us we will stand here, because one day the problem might answer itself and it will be different, the facts will change and we will be masters of our fates.