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.
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
Silly love-struck smiles
There's only one true style
Clueless and happy
N
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
