Lizzy Scott - A Fork In The Road

Happiness seeping away,
I pray that I shall find it inside
and as the moonlight grows stronger each day
it's backwards, inside out you might say.

where is daylight? is there an end?
My dilemma is hopeless, with no friends,
I’m thinking there won't be an end.
Back to square one, restarting it all,

someone catch me, I’m about to fall.
Standing tall but stooping low
Why do I do this?
Stand tall, but no.

I stoop to the bottom of every life.
Not being noticed,
They do not strive
To trudge through darkness
and come out with a life.

Why do I do this,
I do not know.
Standing tall
but stooping low.

Who am I?
Where have I gone
On the road of life so troubled and worn.

Once there was a road that forked,
The bad the good.
I wished to pass to the other road,
For the one I traveled was littered

With broken dreams, and troubled souls.
Ripped up hearts and nothing grows
But agony and sorrow in abundance
I felt hopeless, That my fate was set.

Then a foot bridge I saw,
And crossed over and met
With the road of good, of dreams come true.
Sorrow no more, laughter grew.


Once there was a road that forked,
The bad, the good, be careful what you choose,
For it is just one simple decision, a flip of a coin
That will choose your fate and hold you hostage.

A footbridge you might see,
Choose it when you might,
Its your decision, I flip of a coin
That will cross you over to the life of joy.

Lizzy Scott

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