Strings of colors

What would you do if you were losing the love of your life? How would you feel? What would you say to a mother, you thought was dead? What would you say to a mother, you never knew you had? Which would you choose, fame and fortune or love and happiness? If your friend tried to destroy you, could you find it in your heart to forgive? Life can be like captivating strings of color. Which way will you be pulled?