I was walking all alone. Through a sideshow. With passion and pain. On each side. Something inside me was calling. For a chance to stay alive. At the time I din't know. What was calling. As my head was buried in grief. Today I heard what was crying. My freedom calling me. And we all make our choices. Like a blind man feels his way. And the choice. I've made is simple. Passion over pain. When I got to. The end of the sideshow. And looked back. To where I had been. My eyes filled with. Teardrops of loneliness. For the ones. Who will never be fee. I thought of. The children in the sideshow. As they wandered. Around so confused. Some day. They'll make their decision. But which one will they choose. And we'll all make our choices. Like a blind man feels his way. And the choice. I've made is simple. Passion over pain. And we'll all make our choices. Like a blind man feels his way. And the choice. I've made is simple. Passion passion over pain. And we'll all make our choices. Like a blind man feels his way. And the choice. I've made is a simple one. Passion over pain. .