Choice

 How can we measure

All the good this life will bring us

And all the pain that is slung our way

We choose what we pick up

And what we put down

We choose to bathe in the joy

Or be drowned in the pain

Yet it does not feel this way at all

It feels like we are undone, overcome, and that choice is not with us

It feels like we are tossed to and fro

And that we are ruled by heartache or surprised by joy

Oh to have wings

So we could have some sort of ease

Up high in the blue

But here we are

Here we are

And all the good that life has brought us

Fills us full

And all the pain that it has brought us too

Darkens us

May we find rest

May we find healing

May we find strength in our choice