Tempt. No, coax fate and hope it might not turn
Feeling fire upon your feet and praying it doesn't burn
Earn the chance, change the dance, rearrange the tide
And this thing we call gravity will only be a state of mind

Faster than the wind with death hot on your tail
Only chance to catch you is if you stop and fail
Frailty is miles away, not deserving a second glance
Stand up. Stand firm. Take that immortal chance...