Time

It is time to chose
To make up the mind
Time to win or lose

Time to stop waiting for the next breath
No more holding back
Moving forward fighting no place to rest

Its time to have a voice
Letting small things be
Standing fast to your every choice

The time has come to repent
What has darkened your light
Finding what your life really meant

Time has come not to cry
But impassion oneself
While finding a reason why

For to lose this battle would be a crime
With no more spectators
For how one lives, is how they will be defined