Every chance is a second chance.
Why is it that when I fall, I always end up soaring?
Why is it that my finger tips tingle for hours, when I'm touching nothing?
Why is the sun always warmer on fridays?
Why does the wind blow so fast, when I intend to sail the calm sea?
Why do I always feel as if I have no control over anything, even when I'm leading?
Because every chance is a second chance.
Why is it that my finger tips tingle for hours, when I'm touching nothing?
Why is the sun always warmer on fridays?
Why does the wind blow so fast, when I intend to sail the calm sea?
Why do I always feel as if I have no control over anything, even when I'm leading?
Because every chance is a second chance.