Standing stuck at a crossroads
Trying to move, but your feet froze
Lying beneath are the bones of those
Who never chose to go, you know I know
And with luck there'll be no crying
Though I'm not denying
The unlikeliness, it's likely this will end up slightly
Better than before
There's still growth within a void
But the toxins you've deployed in a ploy to avoid the truth
Will so coyly destroy your joy and youth
So In this moment you decide
Will you let the darkness die?
Will you try to set aside your pride?
Will you shyly hide? Or will you strive to be
Better than before
Better than before