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
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