I was walking alone [bad word] a side show
 With passion and pain on each side.
 Something inside me was calling
 For a chance to stay alive.

 At the time I didn'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 side show
 And looked back to where I had been,
 My eyes filled with teardrops of loneliness
 For the ones who will never be free

 And we all make our choices
 Like a blind man feels his way,
 And the choice I've made is simple:
 Passion over pain.

 I thought of the children in the side show
 As they wandered around so confused.
 Some day they'll make their decision
 But which one will they choose?

 And we all make our choices
 Like a blind man feels his way,
 And the choice I've made is simple:
 Passion over pain.