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.
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<My eyes meet his,
Our hands touch,
Then our lips,
We are no longer on ear
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
When a sound of despair in my heart rings
I'
There's none to compare to you,
When we're apart I feel so blue.
I
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
From the day I met you,
I never knew our love would be so pure and true.
Every ti
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
