| Fork in the road |
| I walk down the street with my best friend, Conscience, A confused path I travel without confidence, There is a split in the road; down each path I can't see, I try to make a decision based solely on memory. To the left is my sisters of a Wiccan coven, I haven't met a hundred people like them, can't name a dozen, To the end of eternity my sisters, my friends How could I leave them, not until the world ends. To the right is my church, my first real home, When my heart was weary, I would stay and never roam. I was never a creature of lust, The rukes seemed quite simple, fair,and just. No clear cut choice; no winner, I turned back around, still a lonely sinner. Conscience said eventually I would shed my situation with light, So til then wait I go: maybe left or maybe right |
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