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.
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
The world just sometimes feels like
I don't fit and don't belong,
And even when I
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
As you travel on life's way
With its many ups and downs,
Remember it's quite true
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
Live as the sun shines in the sky.
Live as high as the birds can fly.
Live as the
You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
I've envied the people around me
So invested in living each day,
While I spent my
