I stand before the fork in the road
No not just one but three I am sold
Which do I take, to left
Maybe to the right
The middle one might be my plight
Scared I stand not knowing why
Given once again a choice in life
Desperate not to meet my fate
Or even make the same mistake
Thinking that left is correct
Before that road has shown me not to have wept
Right, I am not sure, brought me moments that I could endure
Middle road I have never been
Not on the straight and acted fairly
Always left myself open for that day
Someone would point a finger and what would they say
Yes you asked for it in this life
You sinned and directed the road so wide
It was then a thunderous cloud
Broken open the heavens and I was devoured
On my knees I did fall
Waited for my call
The storm did fade and there I was once again
Weak and out of place
I knew that I would have to mould a new face
One that had life
Not what I have just described