Make It
A choice in front of me and the cold winds blow.
Time to take a stand, win, place, or show.
In my gut i know it's right, my eye's tell a different story.
No pain, no tears, no glory.
What i see and what I feel never match,
Been living through my eye's,
Time for a compromise.
The cold winds blow and I say go.
Decision made, the lights fade,
A new chapter begins.
Copyright © Marvin Anderson | Year Posted 2010
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