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