It's not planned, not expected,
"I don't want to make one," they said,
To make the right one is what everyone wanted,
Fantasies, ego and pride,
Good reasons and thinking, they set aside,
Add wrong intentions and the road is open wide
No one can turn back, none can hide,
Its rotten fruits with remorse are running wild,
So what do you do? Cry?
Find comfort in asking why?
Why did it happen none can know,
Or at least none can accept,
Bitter pain it is, haunting like a debt,
Will it leave nothing behind?
Nothing but a mark; white or dark?
A barricade with a huge sign?
You'll be surprised what happens when it's time,
For as long as wisdom is your friend,
Right will not lead you to a dead end,
So go on, get up and move forward,
Decisions never liked cowards.
Soli Deo Gloria