Unconsciousness pulls under
Falling head first to a dead end
Face flat on the bottom
Feelings, truth, time - all pretend

A lost stray
A hopeless meander
To hold fast to the wings of an angel
As he leads the way

If I decide to take a stand
Make a bold mark
I'll be led astray
All over again to start

You see, there's something about the unconsciousness
About the start of a dead end
A feeling that can't be measured
Something more between two friends

There's that one hidden light in darkness
That long distance can't even compare
Fate does have a few choices to give
Both consisting of nothing yet something somewhat fair

If I choose to be pulled under
I have nothing to show for what I've done
No reality in energy I release
No truth in love

But if I choose to hold fast to the wings
Let the angel lead the way
I may, I will and I might
Have a persuasion in what fate says
Helping along a close friend
Holding fast to his wings
Making him stay
Proving the dead end a start
Hope for a might, a will and a way

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