Fairytale
Once upon a time A long time ago A girl in pigtails Played.
She laughed and danced And skipped and sang And loved how she
Was made.
Then years after that Her life turned flat And darkness Interfered.
She loathed her life, So full of strife, And every night She feared.
She feared for her heart And feared for her soul And wished that she Would die.
So every day
And every night
She bled and cursed
And cried.
If you control Choice, then you control his brother The actions of one affect the other
Control powerful Choice and when he is content Consequence is sure to relent
And he’ll drop rewards into you waiting hands Rewards for the truth in which you stand
This truth: That you are in control
And this truth alone will make you whole
That you control you; It’s all you can do
So do what you do, and love what you do
And remember always that Consequence follows Choice And Choice follows the sound of your voice