Choices:

The freedom to choose is a gift Would you agree It's a blessing from above To choose To make decisions To experience To grow I truly believe It's a gift from God I have made many choices Some are good Some are bad But the one's I learn most from The one's I bear the scars Carry the most pain Are the one's that made me Who I am You see we say Bad choices are pain But are there really Through my sorrows in my pain I have discovered That its good to have a day of constant rain In my pain I stop awhile To think To re-arrange To bring in the new To throw out the old To start a fresh To begin again Choices are a gift from above I hope you agree Choices right or wrong Is the begining of a brand new day