I was walking alone thru a side show With passion and pain on each side. Something inside me was calling For a chance to stay alive.
At the time I didn't know what was calling As my head was buried in grief. Today I heard what was crying. My FREEDOM calling me
And we all make our choices Like a blind man feels his way, And the choice I've made is simple: Passion over pain.
When I got to the end of the side show And looked back to where I had been, My eyes filled with teardrops of loneliness For the ones who will never be free
And we all make our choices Like a blind man feels his way, And the choice I've made is simple: Passion over pain.
I thought of the children in the side show As they wandered around so confused. Some day they'll make their decision But which one will they choose?
And we all make our choices Like a blind man feels his way, And the choice I've made is simple: Passion over pain.