When I was to make a Choice
To find my Voice
You watched closely
As I made the wrong Choice
And never found my Voice
You watched closely
Then when you thought no one could See
I thought and sat about the Fee
The cost of all that I had done
'Why, ' I ask, 'did you do those horrible things? '
'You are my friend, ' you say, 'I follow what you do.'
'I made a bad choice, do not make it too, ' I say
'I will always do what you do, ' you say.
'I will never do it again, ' I say.
'Neither will I, ' you Reply.
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