The Chance

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.