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.
You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
She has a special way
Of turning around my terrible day.
She makes all the bad th
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
a
I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
Listen to my heart as it screams your name.
Look into my eyes as you fix the pain.
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