The dawn's about to break.
Are your dreams yet awake?
That race you face offers lunacy.
The only hope? Opportunity.
You walk the line that leads to nine.
Have you learned it turns on a dime?
The day's designed to be done.
It's a quarter to two.
You've got a future to do.
You can stand to do a lot more.
It's never too late to create.
The eleventh hour has arrived.
you have survived. Tomorrow you thrive.
Relief beneath the midnight glow.
Mind's overgrind begins to slow.
From the rubble of trouble behind
You will rebuild with new blocks of time.
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