I don’t know which way to go
The road splits,
Im bewildered by the choice.
One good one evil
Both right one wrong,
A road I am forced to take.
I ponder and determine I know not the right choice.
One life one death
Spiritually, physically, mentally,
I sit for years pondering upon the choice
Which I shall be forced to make.
A stranger comes and I ask him which is correct
He says the choice is not for him
Yet it is for me to make
I finally decide I don’t need to go either way
My choice is that of no confidence
I walk through the woods down the middle of the roads
And perish either way

Sometimes I wish to lead another life
Alive in a world without strife
If I do then whats the worth
Is there a point in a mother giving birth
No troubles or pain
No one clinically insane
No tears for a frown
No bully to tear you down
No reason for suicide
Its easy to just abide
No discrimination against anyone
No reason to make fun
No reason not to love
No hard feelings against he from above
No fear of losing your life
Only a perfect world without strife
But without pain there is no joy
No happiness in a little boy
No one to blame for your falls
No reason to live at all
No way perfection is for me
I love my life now; leave me be

When life seems to short
it probably is.
When you miss out on the joys growing up,
having your own house, wife, kids.
There is a special place in heaven,
for the ones who die young.
A special group of angels
with the most beautiful songs sung.
It doesnt matter your faith, color, or ambitions.
All that matters is when you spoke, many people listened.
Even in a short life the best still leave their mark,
in the worst of situations they still brought light to dark.
A tragedy has occured everyone knows its true.
Live for the fallen and become succesful as they would have you do.
The gravity of the situation is for sure no mistake.
Just Know one day we will meet again,
because we both believe in fate

When one door closes another one opens,
Oh how true that can be.
When one life ends another one begins,
How long will it take you to see?
I am not the first nor the last ,
To travel across the sea.
Not the first to open a book.
Not even the first to be.
But when all is said and done ,
who am I to me?

Am I the monster figure I once was
The father that everyone loved
Am I the scholar I strive to be
Who am I to me?
Am I the killer
Or am I the killed
Am I the feeler
Or am I the feeled?
Did I let those close to me die
Or did I try to give them life?
Who am I to me?

I am what ever I make myself
One day I can be who I want to be
A good father and husband
Or a low life good for nothin
Will I be the leader of the free world
Or a worker at sea world
Will my dominance be masked
Or will defeating me be the ultimate task
Only sacrifices will help me see
Who I am to me