It depends

I've seen the wheels down
Headed toward what's mine
To wear the constant frown
To live across the line
The birds that live in trees
The baby's egg has broke
The body's what he frees
The words will go unspoke
living towards a dream
That's all that it can be
Not what it may seem
Or even what we see
Channels in the space
To move and try to choose
Hell or heaven's place
Depending what we lose