At a Crossroads Alone I stand
On one way is one filled with misery
but at the end perhaps a treasure greatest of all
It's Name is Love

To the other a Road
not ***** or torn, smooth and sleek
It is warm and comfortable, but to pick this road
Means to surely walk alone

It's name is Monika
I know not what way is right, i feel no need for love
or of the pain it brings
But to abandon that which i fought so hard for
Is something of pure Dishonor