Same place, different time, same chase A different line A chance to heal, to allow what's real To take it's course Like a brush in hand, to paint a picture Of what we would like to see And love to be The vision is clear, taking charge of fear For granted I do not take the future To be changed by triumph Tears and pain of the past I gain wisdom The fragile art of existence Is kept alive by sheer persistence The fragile art of existence No time for self-pity No time for dwelling on what should have been But is yet to be Take the plunge, take the chance Safe in the heart and soul from elements Spawned by those void of no self-worth And no sense of dreams