The fear of choice

choices in the making
sometimes giving
sometimes taking
its part of living
cant stop shaking
because of the fear inside
it keeps me awake
I'm caught in the tide
of the choices I make
but Ive been swimming for so long
twenty years and going strong
sometimes laughing
sometimes crying
sometimes wishing I was dying
but always knowing if I keep trying
I can make it I'm not
lying
on my bed in the dark of the night
deep in thoughts of wrong and right
haunting memories of the past
of endless lonely crying sighs
will finally leave my mind at last
please my darling close your
eyes
of beauty brown and bright
two wishing stars in the
night
air blows through your hair
darker then when gone goes
light
of the moon shines on skin so fair
soft to the touch is the hand
I hold
my breath I hope and pray
collect the words I want to say
said them now its all OK