It's down to now, the last stretch, the final chapter, nothing’s left for us now, the dust has settled, the end has passed us. Because when the bell rings, when the light fades out, when the choir sings, when the truth is out, can you look at yourself and say 'I made a change'? Can you think to yourself, there was another way? There is another way? You can't save yourself from change, when every breath in your body remains. This is your story, this is your fable, the chance is yours to turn the tables. Make yourself, make yourself remembered, make yourself be heard.