Time

When will my time come?
Will it be wasted away?
Will I just end up a scum?
Or will I end up to be what I always wanted?
To be a singer is all that I have ever wanted.
At the edge of seventeen, it hasn’t happened yet.
“Don’t give up on your dreams.” I tell myself.
I have decided to become my personal bet.
If I just dream and do my best to make it happen,
one day I’ll be up on stage singing and clappin’.
Oh, that’ll be the day.

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