I cannot understand what happened,
Or why it happened to me.
What could be different if I'd stuck to medicine?
Or if Mulder's X-files I never did see?

I think of all that has happened,
As if it were just a dream.
Was this my destiny from birth,
Was this supposed to happen to me?

Is fate a single line from which no one can ever tread?
Or by each step our fate we change,
As once Mulder had said.

Or is fate a lie, like all the lies I've had to chase in vain?
Is our future made not by ourselves,
Or even by a thing called fate,
But by the men who've sculpted it,
For history is wrote by the victor?

Seven long years I've had to fight,
A struggle for my right to life,
These men don't care for what is right.
Just as long as their crimes stay out of sight

Mulder and I, in our overwhelming quest,
Have seen more than they can deny
We've seen only some of what they've done
But we saw it with our own eyes.

As a scientist I stick to facts
But he always wanted to believe
I've seen things now I cannot explain
And accept them just like he.

Now he's gone,
To return no more,
I shall not wait by the shore,
For no earthly ship can ever bring him home again.