No other choice

When you have no other choice, what choice do you choose?
You only have one life to live so that means one life to loose.

When the reality sets in that this is all you got,
Do you grab hold of the ball and take your best shot?

Or do you crawl up, ball up and tuck in your tail?
For fear of the unknown, for fear you may fail?

When you have no other choice, the choice should be clear.
Push away the nay sayers, break away from the fear.

Make your choice, though it may not be wise,
Choose with your heart and not with your eyes.

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