Julie Driscoll The Choice
To have friends around you – or be on
your own
To share with a lover – or to go it alone
To rejoice in just living – or forever be
down
We make the decisión, the choice is own
Did you understand me and did I under-
stand you
Maybe we both did but we lost what to
do.
We want to choose happiness – we want
to be sane
yet we find that we’re suffering – are we
to blame
for our fears and our tears – wherever
they came from
and is it the truth that the choice is our
own?
Did you understand me and did I under-
stand you
Maybe we both did, but we lost what
to do.
You may see her
Walking down a street by you will never
meet
She will pass you by in a cloud beside you
You may glance her
Dancing through a gate, but she will
never wait
She will be alone in a space before you
Do we really decide – when to laugh or
when to cry
or is it the stars – that decide to live or to
die
is it all self-induced – or is that only a lie
to believe in whatever – the choice is still
our own.
Did you understand me and did I under-
stand you.
Maybe we both did, but we lost what
to do
Down by the ocean
She will be there counting waves against
the shore.
She is sad, but also glad to be there,
When you see her.
Don’t reach out your hand for she will
disappear
Your can call her name but she’ll never
hear you
