It Is Created

Will you die with your music still in you?

Will you still have love to give at the end?

Did you forgive, or will you go with a chest full of regrets and a belly full of shame?

Did you let fear lead or did you bleed for what you believed?

What did you see? And what did you do?

Will you die without ever touching the truth?

Were you used? Were you played? Did you act a part on the Grand Stage?

Did your soul ever burst out of you through art? Did you burn hot with passion?

Or did you hold back?

Did doubt win, letting fear in your bones?

A real self isn't born, it is created. 

Did you create it? Or were you molded by those around you?

Were you ever free?