If you had to choose,
Would you take the
lone road of remorse,
Or swallow seven
scores of blue?
All happiness
and hope has
withered away,
I've survived ten
thousand judgment
days,
But I've grown weak,
I'm starting to decay.
If you had to choose,
Would you sprint
down the path of
loneliness,
Or sing of teary-eyed
news?
My free spirit has
sunk deep into
the depths of
lost hope,
Faith and courage
has let go of it's
rope,
Echoes of the past,
Seem to make the
pain last
