Life may not let me select my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my choice.
To leave hurtful memories behind
Or allow them to bother my mind...
The choice is mine.
To fret over a mistake when it's done
Or learn from it and move on...
The choice is mine.
To be bothered by all that people say
Or ignore them and go my own way...
The choice is mine.
To enjoy what I've been able to gain
Or ungratefully regard it with disdain...
The choice is mine.
Sometimes I won't get to pick my lot,
But whether I'll be happy or not
Will always be my choice.
Why Me Why You
why is it when I look in your eyes,
Final Moments
It wrecks me, that last moment
My Sleeping Angel
my sleeping angel
Love Coming..
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
My Sister, My Friend
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
I Realize That I Love You
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
Choices...
I see people laughing and joking all around,
Drowning...
They come in waves,
What If We Were Really True?
What if we were really true
Could You Be The One?
It feels good to be in your arms,
