Your Last Shot
Catch my breath, holding on.
Eager to find what lies ahead.
Counting to ten, staying strong.
I'm hanging by a thread.
Light a match, burning will.
You're running out of time.
Fight this life, dreams to kill.
To end this endless climb.
Make a wish, falling star.
Hope is all you've got.
Mind your step, steep hills far.
This chance is your last shot.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-09-23 at 00:34
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