My smile may have faded
But sometimes I feel it's too late
It may never be seen as liberated.
Yet there is always a second chance

From the footsteps I've heard ever since
I never may take a peek ahead
And what it may seem to make me wince
Is all just a second memory to be once again led

If every hour is a different time
And every second is a different matter
What will it take to make this one time intersect
With every minute that has made it up my ladder?

Sometimes I feel like skipping each step
But other times it's all just too much
It may even feel like a free fall to another world
So here I some with all there is to even take a clutch

All there is to see and take a note of what I have read
May be an understatement to which it has been locked
But there's an easy timing to such greed overhead
And I may not just yet want to take a key to foresee
Yet here I come with all of this fantasy

My smile may have faded
But sometimes I feel it's too late
It may never be seen as liberated.
Yet there is always a second chance