I'd rather stand and say that there is nothing to declare. Than risk a bitter taste of life that promises despair. Emotions are so fragile, Sometimes just can't take the heat. I'd rather be unsung than be the anthem of defeat
But if I am unsung, then I have had no victory. And that's a bitter taste of life with no appeal to me. Emotions are so fragile sometimes just can't take the cold I may end up some sing along but I'm going for the gold!
------------------ Yesterday is history, tomorrow just a mystery. And if today is good to me how could I ask for more?
[This message has been edited by Ohme (edited 11-24-1999).]