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.
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
I called you late last night
because I needed a friend.
But you, of course, didn'
I'll be happy once I've done this certain thing.
We all say this often, not realizing wha
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
