We have decisions we have to make,
And pain that we must bear,
Knowing this choice we have to make,
Really isn't very fair.
Quality or quantity,
That's the choice I had to make,
To continue on and ignore the fact…!
That my life force was all at stake!
What do I do, can anyone tell me?
This choice is so hard to bear,
And for the very first time in my life,
I had said to God, ‘This isn't fair!'
But do I really have a choice to make?
Well, yes, I suppose I must do,
But what do I choose, what road do I take?
Tell me, for I haven't a clue!
Days passed me by I would sob and cry,
Not knowing which way to turn,
So the choice was looming, what do I do?
Well, choice made what a lesson to learn!
Quality not quantity, my choice will deem,
When my body will expire,
And then and only then will I move on…
To a plane that is higher and higher!
But saying that, I have to admit,
No matter the decision I make,
My life will end sooner than later,
For my life is truly at stake!
The choice, I made my choice,
For either way is detrimental to me,
But the quality of agreeing with specialists,
Is the only way it really had to be!
Once my choice was made,
In a way, it was relief,
It made me realise at last,
That worrying was causing me grief!
Calm now, I have to move on,
Out of the shadows and into the light,
For I know with all certainty,
I'm in for a hell of a fight!
But I'm strong, I'm tough, I am!
And I know I shall prevail,
And when you're given a harsh choice to make,
Remember this little tale…