The Crossroads
Here we are in a world so cold,
We're standing at the crossroads,
Where are we supposed to go?
One choice could change our lives,
After this we might be fine,
Or we could run out of time.
I made my choice, You made yours,
I made peace and you made wars,
It wasn't like this before.
Now I am back again,
This time without my friend,
I'm sorry that this had to end.
There were sins you didn't show,
That's the reason I am alone,
At the crossroads.
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