Diverse are the choices and ample my desire,
To seek new roads ahead, where peace will find me.
Choices become a battle when no clear light exists,
And my eyes close in the obscure darkness.
I feel you very close but am unsure how,
When I know you are waiting up ahead.
Time is abandoning me, to find quiet ways,
Like a cry in the air will be lost in a storm
So darling please call in a clear sweet voice,
And lay down direction where I may follow.
My heart is wide open to be in your hands,
It is my contentment to share your life.
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