CHOICE

Why this dreadful choice I must make
depression and heart go hand in hand
I have no other road to take

a life like mine is only a fake
physical pain I can withstand
why this dreadful choice I must make

there is no magic power I can wake
this cursed bottle becomes my wand
I wish there were another road to take

against this thirst I cannot slake
no will is left with which to stand
why this dreadful choice I must make

coals of hell I must always rake
this coward’s life was never grand
I sought no other road to take

deep inside my soul begins to quake
I lift my gun with a trembling hand
what a dreadful choice I must make
there should be a better road to take