What Shall I Do?
I’m going to dread rising this morn
It’s time to make a decision – it’s time to be torn
Between the love and money
And the milk and the honey
What shall I do?
Oh what shall I choose?
If and when the morning comes
The air filled with the scent of breakfast buns
What if I die in my sleep?
There will be no answers or promises to keep
No one will know what I would’ve said
As I lay still in my death bed
What shall I do?
Oh what shall I choose?
I’ve paid the cost – paid my dues
I’ve walked in these battered old shoes
My mind is fried
All these tears have dried
Oh what shall I do?
And what do I choose?
- Joeann L. Hunter
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