One Of Them
Look at you
So young
So lost
A compass without direction
You do not yet know the cost
You smooth your hair
You stand real tall
Already knowing that you are small
You force a laugh and chime right in
No one can hear your voice above the din
I wish you hope,
I wish you speed
I wish you the passion to proceed
Stop biting your lip and wearing those clothes
There are already a whole crowd of those,
So stand right up and claim you name
You are not just another player in this game
You can rise above and reach the sky
You have already failed
If you never try