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The Choice
Was born in the lesser, down side of town.
My friends. My friends. My friends. My friends.
Was born in the lesser, down side of town.
Quick ends. Quick ends. Quick ends. Quick ends.
Chose to walk the wide road, a trail too heavy burden slowed.
Chose to fill my earthly senses, chose to build my stone wall fences.
Chose to care for no-one, chose my spirit undone.
Chose to think of power, chose doors dark lit tower.
Was born in the lesser, down side of town.
My friends. My friends. My friends. My friends.
Was born in the lesser, down side of town.
Quick ends. Quick ends. Quick ends. Quick ends.
Chose so many wrong thoughts, chose to dwell on have not’s.
Chose to see my dark side, chose my sorrow to hide.
Chose my choices from pride, chose to choose, my head lied.
Chose the easy way out, chose not to whisper but shout.
Was born in the lesser, down side of town.
My friends. My friends. My friends. My friends.
Was born in the lesser, down side of town.
Quick ends. Quick ends. Quick ends. Quick ends.
Chose too many times found, chose to keep me above ground.
Chose to drop it one day, chose for the pain to just go away.
Chose to give up my way, chose to hear what did you say.
Chose to want a fresh start, chose to heal my tainted heart.
Was born in the lesser, down side of town.
My friends. My friends. My friends. My friends.
Was born in the lesser, down side of town.
Quick ends. Quick ends. Quick ends. Quick ends.
Choose of chosen choices grew, chose to this time see it through.
Chose to hold up my foggy head, chose to choose to not be dead.
Chose to feel again in pure, chose to seek out celestial cure.
Chose that choice some time ago, chose to let my love light flow.
Was born a perfect, likeness of, the pure form given bright light love.
My friends. My friends. My friends. My friends.
Was given choice to find truth of, the pure form given bright light love.
Love mends. Love mends. Love mends. Love mends.
SHM
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