Tell me what if am right, who knows am wrong.
Decisions I make, some good and some bad.
My conscience tells me they are good, are they?
In some I find joy but in some pain.
Is it possible to have joy forever and not pain?
Is it possible to laugh forever and not weep?
Joy of an expectant mother is to hear a cry of a child after labor, But it come after travail.
My thoughts have made me what I am,
Whether am right or wrong am right to myself..