Until You're Gone

If you live by the pen, you might die by the sword
If you live like the herd, you might die of boredom
If you choose to betray oaths that you've sworn
You shall die like a traitor broken and scorned

If you choose to uphold erroneous human ways
Fools always have and will until the end of days
You might die not knowing that you don't know
Or know that you do and rejoice that you can let it go

Will you be who you are
Leave your dreams on your radar
Or will you leave them behind as time is passing by
With thoughts so existential
Will you reach your potential
Until you're gone, it's not too late to try

If you chance it all on a shot in the dark
Chances are you'll miss your mark
If you aim to get more than you need
You will probably fail, even if you succeed

If you live by the sword, you might die by the pen
As a humble servant or the leader of men
If you lose all that matters for the illusion of pride
You might find yourself drowning at the turn of the tide

Make your choice
Will you raise your voice
Or will you go down as a sidenote in your tale
Will you take control
Try to reach your goal
Until you're gone, it's not too late to fail

If you live be the sword, you might die by the sword
And find your vocation is its own reward
If you go out searching for total war
You might get buried before you can count the score

If you happen to fall asleep at the wheel
You could lose who you are, think and feel
And as time goes by you could find yourself broken
Burdened by feelings uttered or words unspoken

Will you make yourself heard
Be true to your word
Or will you give up and lose your creed
Will you stand up tall
Will get up if you fall
Until you're gone, it's not too late to succeed