Every day I sit down at the fork of the roads
To think, play that dangerous sport.
And I'm pressured
By something Divine.
And I know I'm so blessed
To have this choice be mine.
But why, why
Does it have to be this hard?
Why, why
Does my body lead me to the dark?
When all I really want
Is the Light.
Questions, grew to be my forte
Simple inquisitions taken the wrong way.
Making people think that I'm in the dark.
Please consider
Not for me, are all question marks.
I searched for love, for light, and mostly for help
And I found it
But It's too good to keep to myself.
I must spread the Word
I struggled so long.
How could I l