In the twilight\'s gentle dance,
A whisper lingers, a fleeting glance.
Last chance, a waltz of fate,
A moment hanging, poised, and weight.
Time\'s embrace, a fleeting friend,
As shadows fall, where echoes blend.
Last chance, a subtle plea,
In the dance of possibility.
With courage worn, like armor bright,
Seize the moment, grasp the light.
Last chance, a symphony\'s refrain,
In the rhythm of joy, release the pain.
A canvas painted, strokes refined,
Last chance, a masterpiece designed.
In the tapestry of circumstance,
Find redemption, take the last chance.