Loving isn't easy,
in a world gone sleazy.
Trying to love others,
when hate dominates and smothers,
is like climbing a mountain high,
with no climbing gear by.

Still love is the best thing going,
when you know what you're doing.
But how many really know,
when winter throws its ice and snow.
We end up slipping and sliding,
out of the storm hiding.

In my many travels,
love always dominates and unravels.
Not because everything is all good,
but because love dominates my mood.
The more I try to be mean and hate,
the more my common sense dominate.

Love is about choosing the best,
as life takes us to test.
Hate and devil is a road leading to nowhere,
take the sleazy road if you dare.
I've taken that sleazy road many times,
only to arrive back to love chimes.

I'm sick and tired of a wasted trip,
turning around after I almost flip.
And the devil wants us to fail,
this is why he works so hard to hate excel.
He travels in on our fears and anger,
then puffs his cloud of hate to linger.

With the head in a cloud,
he can wrap the rest of the body in his shroud.
Totally wrapped and blind,
makes it easier to conquer our mind.
We all sin and make mistakes,
but we don't have to slice the devils celebration cakes.
Let him celebrate on his own,
we do not have to sat at his throne.

Good people are going to catch hell,
but they don't have to continue to drink from the devils well.
If we choose good over bad,
we'll never be totally had.
Bad becomes only a mistake made,
not a life long crusade.
We learn to brush ourselves off,
then climb out of the devils loft.

God offers us a safe Heaven,
surely better than the devils haven.
Being good offers us a better choice,
when evil tries to run its course.
Good is great,
evil is also a powerful fate.
Worst is not knowing,
which direction to be going.

I can respect one who truly knows,
which direction his river truly flows.
Even if his choice is the devil,
but I'll certainly watchout for his evil. 
Knowing which way we want our lives to unravel,
makes the trip there a shorter travel.

My choice is good,
to me this is clearly understood.
I don't waste much time,
helping the devil in his crime.
Even in his temptation,
I focus hard to fight his damnation.
I know my chosen course,
so I jump back on my horse.

Evil will never dominate my mind,
to me it feels better to be loving and kind.
It certainly is hard,
but I play my trump card.
My trump reads "love is my choice,"
so I ride my white horse.

If yours truly is evil,
then have a nice time with the devil.
I won't hate you,
but make sure you really thought your choice through.
Once we pick a road,
we really have to carry the load.
Sometimes there can be no retreat,
when hot hits the seat.
Don't even go there,
if you really care.
Or go ahead and travel,
if this is the way you want your life to truly unravel.

Choice!

G