The time has come
To stand or fall.
Living on the edge,
Where your fate shall call.
Tiptoeing on the abyss
One side is dreams
The other the fate you wish naught come true.
The time has come
To be strong or weak.
You can reach for the stars,
Or be a short lived downward streak.
The time has come
To act or let it slip
Throw your dreams down the drain,
Or not loosen your grip.
The time has come
To be a winner, or none
To stay afloat the water,
Or sink to the bottom, then some.
The time has come
To be strong, or weak
Don’t throw them away,
So let your dreams seek.
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