makegoodchoices
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I've made many choices
Choices that took wrong turn
Now I'm regretting says the voices
Voices in my head that burn
Inside me I hold something sacred
It is alway something given and never taken
What I hold is my light, my only source of pure
It is so precious I must watch who I give it to
My light is apart of my spirit
Light and dark isn’t always clear
Most people walk in the gray
And the gray is what most people fear
What if the light is what is wrong?
If what is wrong is what is light is it right?
And you've been missing from my life
Nothing good was ever mine
There is just nowhere to hide
I always come under the light
Don't know how to go and fight
I lost everything before I even had it
After the door shuts and the footsteps die
In the quietness the baby cries
And in the air frustrations fly
When the crying stops the mom sighs
In the crib the baby lies
Mom can rest now as she walks away
