Where were you the day you died
And, I’m not talking about time or even place
Were you still longing for something better
Or, where you completely satisfied on that day
If God gave you two tunnels of light
Would you chose the brightest and most perfect path
Or, would still feel too unworthy
And, say it’s too great a gift to receive for your past
Who are we to think we can influence the world
When we chose to influence without understanding love
Are we so naïve to think that we will get what we want
When what we give is the very least of what we can stand to lose