Tʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ɪs ᴍɪɴᴇ

Life may not let me choose 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 hide my feelings, pent up, unspoken.

Or say my mind and ease the burden…

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.

𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴, ᑭᗩᖇᗴᗪᗴᑌ᙭

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