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