My Time
This story is not about what you have
It is all about what you have been given
Things you take for granted
This story is not about what you have achieved
It is all about what you have not achieved yet
Things you do not appreciate
Finish that sentence
As the sun goes down in the evening
And the time slips through your fingers
Know that I am what I am
As the sun rise up in the morning
And the dreams keeps on
I am what I was born to be
This story is not about what you know
It is all about what you have not known yet
Things fall in the right places
This story is not about who you know
It is all about who you going to know
Things have a way
Conclusion has begun
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