Sitting on the fence, unsure
To fall back or lean forward
To accept defeat or fight on
To crave winter or the hot sun
To draw blood or heal wounds
I look straight ahead
As I battle the forces at both sides
I shut my eyes, hoping not to be sundered
But I know what I must do;
Lean forward or fall back
But which do I give in to?
Do I stand for war or pledge to peace?
Do I sing the truth or welcome the lies?
Do I dance with fame or walk alone?
Do I believe in love or revere hate?
I open my eyes, trusting in fate
But I am back to the beginning;
Sitting on a fence, unsure