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.