Written by Tim Scott Poma

On the verge
Don’t push us or we will surge
Can you feel the urge?
To pull this life’s purge
Its time to rise and to let it all go
Its time to let the air, earth and water flow
And be ignited by the fire that is bestowed
Or we can hang ourselves with there pretty little bow!

Lets not let there fate
Be the one to take its place
Of our destiny
And our grand design
Stand up now its evolution time


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