The future

My father had once told me you'll never know just what you'll be even with the end in sight just before the end of night dont jump too soon, because you'll fall just hang on tight, fight through it all If we leave our souls to waste we become part of the rat race so hold your head high, he said you don't know where you'll be when you'll drop dead so stand tall and don't cry because by then it's all over so reach for the skies