OVATION OF TIME
There are no rules in this game, I play with instinct
There are several ways to fame, I make myself distinct
There are several roads to lose a name, mine won’t go extinct
I will brand my name on the sand of time that mankind may stand when the band play of my fame. You may think I play on words but in my world, every word is a sword drawn from the sheath of my soul.
The ground is laid for a brand new fame set on a grand huge aim. Join this train for the track is already laid for this aim to reign. This is no rain to take cover from, be drained in the waters of its hope.
My mission is to commission this vision into a mission and loud will be the sound of the ovation when this vision reaches the nation. A lasting ovation, resonating through time, it will be.