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Choose to Live

Four in the morning..
Laying wide awake...
Thinking about impending doom...
He had a wife and a couple babies
That drove him kind of crazy
That cuddled next to him in this tiny room
Something was gnawing at his side
He felt the rising tides
Being controlled by the autumn moon

But, he just closed his eyes and rolled to his side
And thought about a happier tune....

Have you ever felt....?

Trouble lurking amongst the shadows
Was it the cards that you were dealt...?
That makes you feel that you are at the gallows
Can you control your dreams....?
And are on high alert when you're awake
Can you see more...?
And escape, before the dam breaks
Do you choose to live?

She just turned forty three, as she looked at her degrees
And wondered, " What the hell am I going to do now?"
A business women, that now takes care of her kids and an old house
She always kind of wondered that getting married was a blunder
As she cleaned the coffee stain from her old blouse
But the love for her family, kept her head held high
Tried to stay positive and watched her mouth

Have you ever felt....?

Trouble lurking amongst the shadows
Was it the cards that you were dealt...?
That makes you feel that you are at the gallows
Can you control your dreams....?
And are on high alert when you're awake
Can you see more...?
And escape, before the dam breaks
Do you choose to live?

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