| A suited man smiled, said: It’s just a matter of time
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| You can have the world at your feet by tomorrow
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| Just sign on this line
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| Hold tight, limelight!
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| Approaching the paramount with the sun in our eyes
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| Fearing family ties, legalies compromise
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| In a dimly lit room with a stool as his stage
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| A dream-stricken prince of a pauper’s descent
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| Haunts the eavesdropping silence that presses his window
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| As he sweats a performance to an audience that ticks on the wall
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| To the practical observer it’s just a matter of time
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| You can deviate from the commonplace only to fall back in line
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| I understand mine’s a risky plan and your system can’t miss
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| But is security after all a cause or symptom of happiness?
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| Brave, yet afraid, his eyes on horizon
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| In a steady-set gaze
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| A mariner soon from an open cocoon
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| Takes a moment to summon his courage
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| To stifle his grave apprehension and trembling, approaches the surf
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| A father’s benediction as his hopeful son departs
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| To brave the sea of rage and conquer at all costs
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| Lingers in his memory and visions still surviving in a logic-proof shell
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| That should have been held sacred, safe and hidden well
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| Are compromised in usury
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| With every rising sun that yields no sight of land
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| The hesitation cultivates within the tired man
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| And rumors spread of mutiny
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| And though the time will come when dream and day unite
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| Tonight the only consolation causing him to fight
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| Is fearless faith in destiny
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| Even when plans fall to pieces
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| I can still find the courage with promise I’ve found in my faith
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| Likely or not, it’s a dream that we keep and at odds with our senses we’ll climb
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| But if faith is the answer, we’ve already reached it
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| And if spirit’s a sign, then it’s only a matter of time
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| Only a matter of time |