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in the chances of moving and staying
will it be fair for me to say
that there is no number prevailing
and the vision's too blurry to sail?

where to move is a choice 
and to stay is an option.
yet to embrace the future
is a strength be remember.

fate makes us believe
that we must always choose,
between two things
we must seek priority first.

but what if we were hanged
in the middle of the forgotten?
and to move's near to fall
to stay's near to dying

how could we hold on
to something that slips easily,
that even how strong your grip is
it's worthless if it chooses to let it be?

a journey in the middle of the dark
is an adventure of misery and frown.
'cause how could you ever walk straight ahead
not knowing where you will be led?

is there a chance 
to keep ourselves staying
or the remaining option—
is it just away moving?

how could we know 
what path is the way,
if the answers are kept 
and were chosen not to say?

let us embrace 
our voices and freedom
to fix the things it seems 
was done with no reason

are we just waiting, 
keep wasting time
or it's just the other half 
who assume all was right

even how much strength 
we grasp for the chance
we're just wasting time 
if we don't let feelings fly

clear the fogs 
speak for those clouded minds
let thoughts run free, 
and that all be wild

so that we'd know 
what to do ahead of time.
to fight or to defeat, 
or to just let go of the tie