Waking up against a wall
Now I'm trying to decide
What's next for me?
Do I stand or do I fall?
Which direction takes me toward the horizon...
And which turns me into someone I don't wanna be?
Drowning in the flames
With a paper heart
I'm choking on the smoke as it surrounds me
And I hear time ticking away beside my bed
There's no time left to hide
No burying it all in the sheets
It's now or never
And I'm bracing for the ride.
© Justin Woodall, March 2010
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