Cliché

Another day, another dollar does it pay?

Beggars can't be choosers, nothing's ever safe

Backing down instead of rising to a higher ground

Keeping silent till it deafens all the other sounds

Slowly stirring so the pot won't over flow

Holding back enough so others never know

Falling through the cracks it's do or die or be the same?

On the cutting edge it's time to take your place

Cliché, clichê when you think about it

Why do you say what you say?

When you think about it

Why do you pray what you pray?

When you think about it

Have you become the clichê?

Another day, another logical retreat

What is sewn becomes what you will also reap

Love is blind until the view is through a stranger's eye

Wearing masks until we've all become the same disguise

Plain and simple it is time to rock the boat

Off and running till you push the envelope

No more putting off the things you should have done today

Now or ever, nothing ventured, nothing gained

Choose this day whom you will serve

And choose more than you deserve

Try your very best to see your worth more than you believe