A Silent Say

some stay..
some frey..
some fly away..
some cry..
some try..
and some decay
....
there is always a choice,
whether we die, or we pray..
there is always a choice,
when we say what we choose to say..
with every passing second and every passing day,
there is something that will always stay,
how much you choose to care,
how much you choose to be there,
how much you want to fly away,
when the nights are dark and the days are grey,
there is always a choice,
how much you choose to try,
how much you choose to cry,
whether you choose to fall, or you choose to fly,
there is always a choice,
you just have to make it count,
when you are surrounded by shadows and you are surrounded with doubt,
when the past is inglorious and the future is bleak,
when everything in the present wants to make you weak,
look into the eyes, of someone who is there,
you have to allow him to fix you and let him repair,
for there always will be..people..its just that..
some stay..
some frey..
some fly away,
some cry,
some try,
and some decay..