Choices

You may have sinned your way to glory, you might have tread a righteous path

Your choices make your story, they haunt in life and its aftermath

Was it my destiny or was it fate,

Love had been lost, winning all that hate

Penance coming too little too late

The reflection in the mirror has changed

The lines on my palm rearranged

Even my shadow feeling estranged

You may have sinned your way to glory, you might have tread a righteous path

You choices make your story, they haunt in life and its aftermath

Conscience challenging me for a fight

I know I have lost , choosing wrong over right

My brightest moments being a haunted night

Will this pain end , even time can’t tell

Heavens now out of reach, this life itself is hell

So why wait for happiness, It had its farewell

I may have sinned my way to glory, sometimes tread a righteous path

I have accepted what they did to my present, I am now scared of the aftermath