Make a stand


What do you choose? Do you wish to make a choice?
And use your voice; nay, make a stand,
With a clenched fist hand and tell them your demands.


Or with a whispered whimper, will you fade away?
And lay in your grave; and finally, you pray.
To a God up above, who you never showed love,
Or devotion, or any emotion, except for resignation.


Help me God in my hour of need.
I promise I'll keep my promise to thee
And then when your life is peachy cream,
Your promises fade and become a part of the scene.


I say stick with your belief,
That their God does not exist.
Then maybe you'll be able to keep your dignity
And have no need to break any promise.


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