My
great imagination, blew up in my face.
Now I'm getting laughed at, and my thoughts leave such a long
trace.
My race is almost over, I cannot fight much longer.
My breath is getting weaker, but i am getting somehow stronger.
My eyes are rolling back, I'm losing all my fate.
I have no more hope, my idea is no longer so great.
I refuse to give up, that is not a choice.
But now I'm forced to speak out, i must use my strong
voice.
I must get my point across, and stand up for my thoughts.
I admit my idea went badly, but there's something i have
taught.
You must never give up, that's not a good choice. But stand up
for you opinion and use your strong voice.