Chances
Chances.
We got the chance
In the arena of life's dance
Tis time to use it
Tap our feet
Each had his own
All have their own
To try and shine
To do the best
And be ahead of the rest
We have chances ,
To prove our worth,
In the arena of bloody bed linen
Of wails and heart-rending cries
Of people in need of rest
We have a chance ,
To salvage the situation,
To bring hope to the population,
Life to the dead,
And joy to the sad
We have the chance while we live,
For what we ought to give ,
Is our full share of devotion,
To what we do best
Chances never come in vain,
Nor to one parking in the lane,
Let our chances kill the pain,
Like showers of morning rain.
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