What will be your choice?
When night comes to an end
(life or death, life or death)
Wich one will you choose?
When dark becomes dawn
(good or bad, good or bad)
We all have choices
To make now.
YOU ARE READING
Memories
PoetryFor when thoughts invade or your mind it's 5 am and still sleep won't come For when you want to shout And scream out loud For they to leave you at peace. Sometimes writting everything straight Just isn't enough. Sometimes it has to rhyme, To follow...
