Same place, different time, same chase   A different line   A chance to heal, to allow what's real   To take its course      Like a brush in hand, to paint a picture   Of what we would like to see   And love to be   The vision is clear, taking charge of fear      For granted I do not take the future   To be changed by triumph   Tears and pain of the past   I gain wisdom      The fragile art of existence   Is kept alive by sheer persistence   The fragile art of existence      No time for self-pity   No time for dwelling on what should have been   But is yet to be      Take the plunge, take the chance   Safe in the heart and soul from elements   Spawned by those void of no self-worth   And no sense of dreams