There was something I could not see.
All along, it was before me.
Deep in my heart the choice was clear.
So why was I here? Why was I here?
All people have to make the choice.
Right now, I cannot hear my voice.
If I did not choose what was right,
I would not avoid all the fight.
The choice is right in front of me.
My eyes are open; now I can see.
From the start, my choice had been made.
I knew I would not make the trade.
The choice between right and wrong
Has always been there all along.