Death by a Different Hand

Andrea Heins
February 10/02

I tried to keep my doors open wide
So if I had to run I would have somewhere to hide
Now choices are too many, and they're deadly --
I can't choose a door, I can't choose a life

So where will I turn
When each choice is death by a different hand?
Death comes to all
But it's not my time yet

Awake at night, I wonder what I'll do
What will happen if I'm bold and tell him the truth?
And if I run and do not tell, not ever
Will I run my chance of smiles in return?

So where will I turn
When each choice is death by a different hand
Death comes to all
But it's not my time yet

I wait to wait some more
Hoping -- but what's hope for
When nothing is certain and nothing is sure?
Nothing is certain.
Nothing is sure.

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