The Chance
by Nathaniel Madorsky
The smoke is in the sky like clouds
It is the time to live the life
The blackest darkest black is at its end
We must decide our fate of life
We are the makers of the death.
The days are in, we are in charge
The power struggle will continue
There is no choice in what we do
We must decide on how we’ll do it.
Since the beginning of time
We had a chance to be in power
The chance had passed us in a flash
The time will come again for us to take
The future seed of past itself.
We have to plant the life inside
There is a place for us to go
To find that place we must survive
Survive the struggle of the ages.
Copyright © N. Madorsky
Create Your Own Destiny!
Regis
Edwin
Lovely write. We are the masters of our own fate.
Mary