I am faced with decisions, Decisions every day. Decisions on life and death, Decisions are all that is left.
Will it be the right way? Will I make them pay? Will they under stand? Or will some shake my hand?
Is a life worth more than another? Is a decision to be made? Is my decision right? Or is my decision wrong?
Who can question a victim? Who would think I could? Who could do such a thing? Or who would say they should?
Most will only scoff. Most will only smirk. Most will hate to see me. Thankfully most never will.
Nobody wants to be me. Nobody sees what we see. Nobody wants to make the call. But somehow, Everyone wants a dog.