I have chosen
So many times
That I don't know
Whether life itself
Is a choice
Made when
Finding ourselves
At the crossroad,
Or it’s just destiny,
Luck and foam...
I'd rather like to
Think it's what we
Want to be,
Cuz I choose you
As I did countless times
When you were far
And haunted me!
Why ask me again
what do I dread,
What do I want
When I say to you
It's you I want,
It's you I love
And wish for life,
For the long road?...
Don't you see
It's be the same reply?
why fear, why run?
Why inquire "who"?
My answer's the same:
I choose you
And I will
Till the end of time!