ONe stop from the top. One way to go one lane to stay. Which path will you take. they say choices make up the day. Believe the voices calling you home. The place were you had fallen from.But where youve been will never make who you are. Incents fill the air. Light bright the way to heaven. The stars call out your name again. Saying you sound so positive with your destination. From their vantage they tell you of the ruts ahead so you won't tripp and dive in them. Everyone hears you so positively negative. Somehow again you made a hill into a mountain. But never again. Will you stay at the bottom. One stop from the top. One rock to walk over. One way to go. One path to stay. But every road you take is at stake. One of them is the right route home. Which will you choose. If you see the end results. It can be hard but its a learnt art. Just remember to end you have to start at the beginning. Hope we'll meet you in the middle.
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