Waiting

And then
I wait,
and then I think, which way I take.
There's one with love and truth of life,
the next with every happiness that exists
the beautiful way out, with no struggle.
I like the truth, but then I might just fall
from a cliff so high, that
I might fly
or fall
and never get up,
but, still I wish for the truth
so then, I wait for the time
that's right,
for those people I can fight,
waiting all dark nights
and then, in years the time came right,
I chose the truth that gave me sight.