Two paths if we must, some who thrust and some who lust, but only half of them will turn to dust, and never see the light of day. The light of the world and the burden of many, time had to split, oh what a pity. The ones who love, nurture and grow, raising a child dodging the undertow. The ones with hearts, cold as stones, sacrifice the lives of those who don't grow. The true burden doesn't lay in the task; giving her a pill and sucking it out fast, but it dwells on the soul for an eternity. Felling anonymity on the unborn soul, really does torment you for a long time to come, but the children of the nursery, with bright shiny eyes, are the future we need the change all these lies. Secure a white future for me and you, friend. Time may have split, but it will never end.