Opportunity, a chance to grow
A door that opens, a path to know
It beckons us forward, with a call so bold
And invites us to seize it, before it grows old
It’s a moment in time, a second to shine
A path to our dreams, a way to align
With the things that matter, the goals we hold dear
A chance to make a difference, to bring cheer
It’s a new start, a fresh page to write
A chance to overcome, to shed what is not right
To learn from our failures, to rise from our fall
And to stand tall, ready to give our all
Oh opportunity, how we cherish your call
A chance to be better, to give our all
You offer a future, bright with hope and grace
Opportunity, a gift from life's embrace.
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