Decisions
Waves crash against the rocks
The damp soil soaks his feet
The sun of yesterday drops
Just as the crimson moon speaks
To him and tells him about
The decisions he has chosen
And the consequences he can't thwart
But he can change gloomy eyes
And rise with hope that never dies!
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