When we choose
To Light the Match
There is some fear
There is trepidation
When we choose
To Light the Match
We
Have control
We can quickly snuff it out
Or move forward
Without a doubt
When
The Match is lit
By someone/something else
We have no choice
But to fight
Or turn and run
I'm sad
For those
Who had no choice
And had to flee
Fear
Loss
Devastation
Some never recover
Oh to be thankful daily
For every precious moment
That we have
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