I’m standing at a crossroad and don’t know which way to go. The roads are fading faster but my legs are moving slow. The sidewalks are too empty and I am all on my own. All I carry with me is a still heart made out of stone.

I’m standing at a crossroad and for now it starts to rain. My face is showing nothing but my heart is feeling pain. The ground beneath is shaking and it’s time for me to choose. A prayer slips from my lips as I let my thoughts go loose.

I’m standing at a crossroad and I know which path to take.