With the door now closed
With our hearts flat
Seemingly near death
Only recourse I have
Is to keep believing god is right
And that it will be alright
For He said this to me
30years ago
Today I need to be reminded
For a precipice is looming
And I can't see it coming
Jumping is an option
Living on is an option
Uncertainty is an option
How shall I choose?
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