Decisions We Make Poem by William Mowell

Find my way to the sun, live the way of the gun

Give myself to the world, let my leaves unfurl

Love to the very last drop, No need to use a mop

No pain can come of this, No dirty minded balled up fists

Leave the lesson to the teacher, leave the sermon to the preacher

Live life from Texas, leave tonight in a Lexis

I'd be counting flowers on the wall, but white walls all down the halls

A wedding chapel somewhere in sight, you look wonderful in white

I would lay my life down for you, Its something I would do

Wish I could give up this way of life, settle down with you as my wife

This line of work isn't something you give up, you can't leave it in a metaphorical cup

Life on the road is hard sometimes, more so than making up the rhymes

Leaving my baby behind, can't find time to unwind

Schedule me for another show, can't find that magical glow

Searching for it all my life, been at the end of my share of knives

I though I found that in you, our love, I though it grew

But in the end the road wins, and to you, I can't make up for my sins