i cant take the gun <br />from your hand... <br />cant take your finger <br /> <br />from the trigger... <br />i cant cut down the rope <br />you've tied to the rafter.... <br /> <br />i cant remove the darkness <br />you're clinging to with <br />all of your might.... <br /> <br />the 'self' that's lying to you <br />stands in the way.... <br />it seems easier to stay <br /> <br />in your cell... than <br />to break free and live.... <br />but life is not what it seems! <br /> <br />you only have that which <br />you let go of.... only know <br />that which you reveal.... <br /> <br />the choice is yours! <br />i stand here with a broom <br />waiting to sweep clean your cell.... <br /> <br />with a prayer to take the empty nest <br />from the branches of your soul. <br />the choice is yours... <br /> <br />i can only walk beside you!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-choice-is-yours-8/
