You were given a choice,
You didn't need to come,
But now that you've arrived
There is nowhere you can run.
The choices that you've made
Have all been up to you,
You could have gone the other way
But now that way is closed
Too late to change your mind
Are you sorry that you came?
If you're not, well then, you should be,
For there's no way out of here.
You can scream and cry to Momma,
But Momma will not come
She tried to make you see yourself
And you swore you weren't her son
Maybe you are sorry now,
But for 'sorry' it's too late.
You've ruined far too many lives,
It's time to face your fate.
(Edited 20/05/06, See comment by Mike Finley)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem