Will you commit me to heaven
And take away the pain and sorrow?
Will you condemn me to hell
Forbidding what was meant to be?

It's not a matter of time
Today, tomorrow
Next month, next season
Or the next 50 years.

It's not a matter of black and white
up or down, left or right.
The difference between
Truth and deceit is simply a word.

It's not a matter of distance
Ten miles or two hundred
The distance between two souls
Is as far as one chooses.

I love you,
But is that enough?
I've made my choice
Now you have to choose.

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