He fell into a river of doubt.
He screamed, forever, this is not what life is about.
He felt a hand touch his shoulder, and cried.
He didn't want tonight to be his time to die.
He was to weak to stand tall.
In figuration, he was gonna fall.
A night time bliss
A night he would rather miss.
Nobody cared to tell the truth.
This was his story, his choice to choose.
He walked away a sinner.
But in everyones eyes, he wasn't a winner.
Now he must pay his dues.
He must walk in his own shoes.
Everyone stared in his eyes of doubt.
He knew exactly what his story was about.
He never listened to his inner voice.
The voice that tells him to make a choice.
Instead he waits for an outcome to arise.
It's deep inside him, just look in his eyes.
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