The west wind beckons me
To a place, I’ve never been before
The east wind’s siren song
Lures me to some distant shore
I stand at the crossroads of destiny
Unsure of which path to take
Both ways represent a mystery
But it’s a choice that I must make
Whichever way I go, I can’t go back
Forever lost to the mists of time
I bow my head and pray to God
Before I cross the line!
Written by Miss Wren
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