That Last Day
"The day of death grows closer still
All the while I hold the pill
To make or break this path I've chosen
Will I choose the water or poison
For the path of God is never easy
But the path of lies will lie within me
Looking past the broken eyes
I see the wisdom and painful lies
But you can't make it if you don't try
I trust in you to do what's right."
This poem is about:
Me