Chances
Chances
sand falls threw the hour glass
a symbol of time time something we
all have as we live our lifes
true colors flow from the mouth of the speaker
chance something we all strive to find
angels demons a balance of whats wrong whats right
destiny some say a chosen path we walk in this journey
of life. Pre chosen paths choices we make no one truly
knows but if we never speak our piece no one will ever know
some say they tell stories do not give advice
i myself as a man can just strive to make it a better life.
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