There's half a year left.
So in this next chapter of your life,
make sure that you win.
The calendar staring
a ghost on the wall,
six empty pages waiting for the fall.
The pen in my hand,
the step of my shoe,
the story I choose to see through.
There's half a year left,
a blank page to begin.
So in this next chapter of your life,
make sure that you win.
Not the trophies in glory,
but the battle inside.
With the fire in your belly and the hope as your guide.
I see the doubt creeping,
that familiar old friend.
Whispering, play it safe, don't start again.
But safe is a prison and comfort's a lie that dims the own
light in your eyes.
There's half a year left, a blank page to begin.
So in this next chapter of your life,
make sure that you win.
Not the trophies in glory,
but the battle inside.
With the fire in your belly and the hope as your guide.
This isn't for anyone watching,
for any applause.
This is for healing your own hidden cause.
For the person you were,
who dreamed of this sight.
Step into the future and turn on the light.
There's half a year left, a blank page to begin.
So in this next chapter of your life,
make sure that you win.
Not the trophies in glory,
but the battle inside.
With the fire in your belly and the hope as your guide.
Win for yourself.
Win your peace.
Just win.