Not Our Choices

Floating up above this world
With my eyes closed
Thinking about this miserable life
And why I didn't pick up that knife

Everything That I thought I did right
Everything that I thought I did wrong...
It made no difference
Like an Unheard song lost in the silence

The suffering, tormented souls
Cry out to me behind these walls
The endless rain continues to fall

The choices are not ours to make
We are the sons of fate
We do not write the stories
We live them