I take nothing 

Across the next bridge

With the toll that I’m paying

I have nothing

I want nothing

I need nothing more than a fair chance

To advance

Towards the goal that I am chasing

Chance I am erasing

All I need is a good

space and time to be alive

**

Sold for gold

The days unfold

Our dreams are bold

As wind that’s whipping

Wet and cold

Ancient old

Or warm and dry

The leaves are flipping

Turning over

Above the clover

In the trees

The scales are tipping

Fruit is falling

When season’s calling

Reward we hold

Across the bridge we rolled

Into the fold

**

I have nothing 

compared to the features

Of the soul that I’m facing

I have nothing

I want nothing

I need nothing more than a fair chance

To advance

Towards the goal that I am chasing

Chance I am erasing

All I need is a good

space and time

To be alive

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