Circumstance has played a game, that many opposites can lay to claim.

We sit on different sides of it, yet touching closely as to a flame

Chance is a fickle thing, What comes once comes not again,

Now I've lived my life through a colored glass, on the edge feeling the life thats to begin,

Thinking what has not been in sin, can only bee seen from within

The fork has passed apon the road, we've gone our way so long ago

Yet I sit still waiting to just to see if the dice will roll again, on the chance I'll win

But chance is a fickle thing, what comes once comes not again

Thinking what to sink or swim, this breath can only be so thin,

How can I make high hope demands, on the cloth that woven in the sand

Wind takes up the dust , to bear away from here to who knows where,

Silently we will hold our piece , for a better share.

But chance is a fickle thing, what comes once comes not again,

All to do is to hold hopes balloon, to soar away without a care.