I made all the choices,
I listened to the voices.
They've all lead me here,
regrets all so sincere.
Life is but a wicked game,
I've nothing to proclaim.
Mine is such a sad tale,
a libra without its scales.
My world in total disarray,
does he not listen as I pray.
All I've asked for is a hand,
must not be part of the plan.
Its all up to me now I guess,
to clean up my own mess.
That's the way it should be,
who better other than me.
There's so much to overcome,
pray that I can get it all done.
I'll be fine so don't you doubt,
I may be down but im not out.