Each has a choice, a place in time to stand

Slave to circumstance or a life to command

Reality viewed through the filter of doubt

Abundant rationales obscure the good route

Clarity emerges as crisis consumes

In a moment of truth, liberation from doom

What was once concealed within the souls depths

Flourishes eloquent, vivid, emotions unsaid

Yet, eyes turned away, looking down in regret

Finally, truth knowing, cannot help those that are dead

So weep, tears cleansing the heart, the essence of life

Then stand firm, conviction strong, and fight the good fight

Copyright © Michael R Wood 2002

Artwork by Ms Annie Coeur