They say it’s giving up to walk away Life is a series of choices To fight, run, walk, limp, and stay The reason doesn’t matter they say Maybe it’s a race that you decide to not quit but to finish instead So you move forward, work through the pain, just keep looking ahead Maybe the job pays well So you stick it out and work through the hell You’ve lived to seventy-five Though the sickness has progressed Just fight to stay alive Relationship has been marred You’re bruised, broken, and scarred They say none of that matters Who cares if you’re battered. You’ve built a long life, good memories, good children Ignore the strife. But what if every day you pray to smile just one day. To not feel any pain or sorrow To live with hope for tomorrow. What if the sickness that runs through you Is too much pain, too much to bear Too much to really feel like you care What if the job that pays a meager wage Is so much hell it makes you rage What if running the race breaks you even more Takes you down to the bone, makes you hit the floor What if this fabulous life you built riddles you with guilt Of raising children in a world where fear abounds Where harsh words are spoken and tears are found Is it giving up to walk away Or is it fighting to live another day Is choosing to let go and just rest A choice that for you is best Not running through the pain Might result in better gain Could changing your profession Turn out to be the greatest lesson Could choosing to raise your children in a world full of love In a world where blessings come down from above A place of peace in every moment, every day Be the perfect reason to not stay I think today, no matter what they say I’ll happily make the choice To walk away