Tears come falling down
Decisions are already made,
but are any of them right?
Oh morality is what i seek
But the dagger of self blame yields further beyond any other weapon
It cuts you deep
We have choices,
but rarely speak the language of our heart's true desires

What if?

What if my choice was different,
what if your choice was different?
It doesn't matter what cards we are given,
it matters what you choose to do with them
Living life with folds around the eyes,
yet again it was always a matter of choice

Aint it sad?

We don't recognize
the sound of our soul
Its usually almost non existent
But we recognize everything else,
that's not ME so easily
My tears come falling down,
I wished I could choose differently
And now the pain of never knowing,
will always be with me
Until I live, this sorrow will weep..