Roads rise for they all fall
Paths dead ends bring life to stall
Trails are long and some are straight
Each traveled seals one's fate
Wind through the destiny's sorrow
The Lord's sure hand guide us tomorrow
Reserve they word calls for the
How do I know what is for me
Choices present link all thy past
Exhales sweet breath
And choose not blind
Thy decisions to hard to not find
All consumed thy heart and mind
Choice not and yet
...are mine
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