With every day that passes by
There is one less day left to live
One less day until she says goodbye
Another day that she cannot relive
Hours fall off days like leaves of a tree
And still she sits terrified of taking a risk
Oh, how she wishes that she were free
But she is always afraid of being too brisk
Whenever an opportunity may arise
She lets her fear take over
And this only makes her realize
That she needs to be much bolder
She has decided to live life by ear
Instead of living in fear.
