Friday 7 November 2014

In a Clearing far Away

In a clearing far away, under raindrops from the sky 
There lies a moment caught it time that feels the heartbeat of our crime

For every action that we take
For each decision that we make
There is a price that must be paid
A price we never can evade

The choice is ours to choose the path
Down which our lives will run
And we will reap applause or wrath
When life's short race is run 

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