Choices

I was walking alone thru a side show
With passion and pain on each side.
Something inside me was calling
For a chance to stay alive.

At the time I didn't know what was calling
As my head was buried in grief.
Today I heard what was crying.
My FREEDOM calling me

And we all make our choices
Like a blind man feels his way,
And the choice I've made is simple:
Passion over pain.

When I got to the end of the side show
And looked back to where I had been,
My eyes filled with teardrops of loneliness
For the ones who will never be free

And we all make our choices
Like a blind man feels his way,
And the choice I've made is simple:
Passion over pain.

I thought of the children in the side show
As they wandered around so confused.
Some day they'll make their decision
But which one will they choose?

And we all make our choices
Like a blind man feels his way,
And the choice I've made is simple:
Passion over pain.