The Choice Is Yours

i cant take the gun from your hand... cant take your finger from the trigger... i cant cut down the rope you've tied to the rafter.... i cant remove the darkness you're clinging to with all of your might.... the 'self' that's lying to you stands in the way.... it seems easier to stay in your cell... than to break free and live.... but life is not what it seems! you only have that which you let go of.... only know that which you reveal.... the choice is yours! i stand here with a broom waiting to sweep clean your cell.... with a prayer to take the empty nest from the branches of your soul. the choice is yours... i can only walk beside you!