Storms rain on a two-way street
Being torn in half is not much fun, on a two-way street wondering which way to run.
Eather way I chance the pain, and now on this lonely street it starts to rain.
I stand and think about which way's the best, and if this is another one of lifes little tests.
I'll follow my heart even if it leads to pain, for one cannot learn without dealing with the harshness of the powerful storm's rain.
If you follow your heart you'll not go astray, for it's there to guide you and light the way.
Your roads will be long and hard to bear, if you stay strong I know you will make it there.
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