The future seems to hold
To many choices to be foretold
The possibilities seem, to me
So frightening I want to flee
I know I can’t, so here I am
Standing tall I’ll be dammed
For the rest of my days, I will spend
Hopefully I’ll make it to the end.
To many choices to be foretold
The possibilities seem, to me
So frightening I want to flee
I know I can’t, so here I am
Standing tall I’ll be dammed
For the rest of my days, I will spend
Hopefully I’ll make it to the end.
Bhawika
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