Half a Chance
I'm not a good poet
dont I know it
my rhymes are childish and lame
and my convictions lack a proper 'flame'
but when someone claims
to give me power
ill attempt to exploit it within the hour
because, if given a few half chances
i may be able to change the circumstances
make all the tables turn
make all preconceptions burn
with the friction of my descent
some think my writing is decent
i say it needs some work
now, go on, be a jerk.
if you tell me what I want to hear
there won't be any cheer
just a bigger table for me to write on
if I can find the right one
I'll write a symphony
if someone will help me
and give me half a chance