Old Ways.
My old ways call me,
It looks glamorous, beautiful and incredibly attractive.
And now I wonder, am I missing out on something?
Does this new life pay afterall?
The ride isn't the easiest,
The road, not the smoothest,
And so I ponder, is it really worth it?
Then He spoke to me, he reminded me,
About my wretchedness,
My filth and dirt
Do I want to go back to that life?
No, I decide,
For a little time in thoughts
Has exposed me to the truth.
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