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Future isThe future is now,it's running in our hands: a fine orchestral tuning before the very dance The future is here: there's always one more page to write a brand new statement forgetting old mistakes So,how does it feel to know that you can choose your own direction? How does it feel to find out heaven hates to much perfection? This is your Time This is your Place The mighty wind of life keeps blowing in your face: This is the Chance you don't have to waste... The future is free, a fruit-tree meant for shaking; the breathing of a world forever in the making and sometimes I think it's just ahead of dreams: if we can dream them strong enough they'll get reality So,how does it feel to know that every step will lead you farther? How does it feel to see your footmarks followed by another? This is your Time This is your Place The mighty wind of life keeps blowing in your face: This is the Chance you don't have to waste... ...I'm a kite as the time goes by sometimes I dream you cut my string and let me free to fly... |