I walk towards heaven or towards hell.

But not alone.

Forgiven, my brother fills my heart with love.

Condemned, and I condemn myself.

He will be whatever I say he is,

Because he is what I am myself.

I only see my reflection in his face.

So which do I choose?

I can be at peace,

Or self-righteous.

I can feel the love of communion,

Or justify division.

It’s my finger pointing.

I choose the path we walk along;

We walk towards heaven or towards hell.

But never alone.

He’s with me either way I go.