Choice is an option
Which one to take is your action
Could be hard to mistake,
You might need a self debate
Which ever wins will be the bate
Like a mystery
Solving its mysterious state
Make sense out of the hate
The rebellion within you
Is your own trouble
Strive for the soul
Its Essence for the struggle
Made out of light
Stronger than muscles
Keeps you pumping with might
Prepares you for a fight
Knocks out peaces of the dark side
Ceases to exist,
Even after your body has faded out of sight