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