If I had a choice,
would I wish you any other way?
Or if I had a choice,
would I love you just enough to stay?
If you had a voice,
would you tell me just to go away?
And if I heard your voice,
would I listen to what you have to say?
Sometimes it’s so tough
to watch you struggling to pay
your dues, confused
by what the world thinks is ok.
Nothing seems enough,
to face each and every harsh new day.
But even though you’ll lose,
you still come out fighting anyway.
So if I had to choose,
I’d choose you still, come whatever may.
