I wonder, why do I choose to
believe?
Do I believe because I fear the
label given to those who don't
Or could it be that I believe
because in truth I have no choice
Even though, I would like to think
that I do,
For, I choose to stay away from the darkness
because I have seen light
I choose to smile and laugh because
I have seen others cry
I choose to read because I have
seen illiterates engulfed in deception and lies
So I choose to tell the truth for I
have seen the destruction caused by just a single lie
I choose to be strong because I
have seen the society prey on the weak
No, I do have a choice, this
couldn't have been forced on me
He who gave us the power, must have
thought us capable
If not, there would be no freewill,
there would be no ability of thought
For the power to choose must have
been given to us for some reason
So I could choose to appreciate and protect my life
because I have seen others die
I could choose to run away because
I have seen others imprisoned without any chance of escape
The power to choose what I want in
my life is mine
For choice is a gift, surely divine.
