What a choice! - equal to
blasphemy - ringing my ears.
Naked, but for innocence,
I still wait.
Harboring stillness within my breast -
a task merciless and cruel.
With bloodless heart - it
pounding out an answer.
And say again - What Choice?!
The scale is tipped uneven,
but only slightly so. I can't
decide with my head echoing.
On knees of weakness, I beg of you...
release this anguish from my
soul. Decide. Naked, but for innocence
I still wait.