You walk,
Each step just sinks deeper into the path,
You walk the next it's harder,
You hear voices with the next step you know that they are coming from the back and front,
The one's in the back say to stop with the next step.
The ones in front say keep going,
The last step you take makes you trip,
Before you could hit the ground there is an arm,
You don't need to know who it is because you just know,
Then the voices quite down, when he starts to talk,
"What's your choice my child."
Before you could talk the voices start to yell,
Then they quite down to hear your answer,
"My lord I had made my choice...I...my Choice my home above the earth my lord."
When you look up you know you made the right choice,
He takes you in his arms and brings you home,
When you get to the pearly gates your family is all waiting there with tears in their eyes.
