As we walk down the path
The crowd's cheering
Their sound of persuasion
Their hands that waved signalling us to follow
So luring...
So attractive...
So tempting...
Have our eyes been so obsessed by the it
That they no longer can see or notice
The little cross ahead
The logs where bloods were once shed
The trees where all the sins were paid n forgiven
The place where the mission of a carpenter is finished
The point where we are given a chance
to start again.
Tis is where we belong...
The most simple yet most difficult question,
The Crowd or The Cross,
Have u decided?
