As the lantern of life continues to burn. I have to choose which path to take, which way to turn. Are we all just victims of fate? Or do we decide, do we dictate? Talk to me and I’ll sit you down, wipe the tears from off your face. No more frown, this is your life it’s time to take your place. Follow your suit, follow your pack be thrown down to societies sword. That won’t be me, I play my song in a different chord. After my lantern leaves my life- I’ll feel no pain, no struggle, and no strife. The candle’s smoke has faded away In histories memory is where I’ll stay. - Scott Whitworth, 2014