I watched this video this morning and the words below just sort of spilled out of me. I felt when I was done that I wanted to write more but something told me to stop. So I did.
You didn't pick it, you didn't choose.
You could have won, or you could lose.
We don't choose it yet it sets the tone.
The place that we call home.
Our family's chosen before we’re born,
Some are close and some are torn,
We cannot pick them but they are ours,
Some produce love and some leave scars.
The places we start differ much in life,
The rich and the poor, abundance and strife,
Our start may be chosen, but tomorrow we make,
It’s up to us daily which route we will take.