Neil Adams

(19/01/94 / Belfast)

Choose your Path


Life gets worse before better
Life is rough with every letter
So many gates to take your pick
But only one gives you a kick

To show the stairway to success
First live through this so called mess
But as you wait on and on
Comes the light to get on

Wait and take the path to success
Wait for a while it will bring the best
Wait through troubles wait through pain
Wait for a while just play the game

Watch all the good take the blame
Just sit back and feel their pain
For a short while from here
We can go none left to fear

For it is our time to succeed
For it is our time to be pleased
It is our time to be satisfied
Were laid to rest turned out we died

Submitted: Saturday, March 03, 2012

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