Crossroads

Standing at a crossroads
not knowing which way to turn
one could be salvation
one crash and burn

No control over his life
drugs and alcohol addicted
all his vices self-inflicted
pleasing anyone who'd buy him a drink
not much lower could he sink
Rehab or an early grave
a decision he could no longer stave
to his addictions a slave

Something had to give
if he wanted to live
he was the only one that
could make the choice
he'd take nobody's advice
he thought just one more
nobody's keeping score
he died in a doorway
with a smile on his face
just one hit brought him to another place

Standing at a crossroads
he took the wrong turn