CROSS ROADS

I choose.
Every day starts anew.
My gift, my choice,
CROSS ROADS

So today I say:
This is the way,
The path I follow;
And who can say
Where I'll be tomorrow?

Here is a cross-roads,
An invitation to a new dance


Oh will you not take a chance?
Quick! That-a-away!
Will you not join me?
Or will you shy away?

When you flee from pain,
You hide from joy.
And even as I believe
You do but toy
With this odd choice
That I may be,
I choose to play,
I choose your path

For one more day.

And then tomorrow
Who can say?
I may choose
Another way.

Manuela Cardiga