In an empty room across the valley,

The costly terms emerge and collide,

I term it all the yin and yan,

The push and pull that life brings to all.

Should you stand or fight for it?

Can you watch as it slips away?

So will you follow and see the end,

Of the fight that life brings down your door,

Can you stand to move things forward?

Or will you fall like the wooden doll?