No Choice

My heart is given to you, from the day that I am born,
I do not get a choice, when from my mum i’m torn,
You come along and see me, say I’m the one for you,
You pay your money for me, and take me somewhere new,
I never stop to question, how my life will turn out,
If you will train an love me, or if you’ll scold and shout,
I cannot tell you what i’d like, I do not have a voice,
I simply have to trust you, again I get no choice,
It really doesn’t matter, exactly what you do,
I’ll guard and love and trust you, in everything you do.

So is it too much for me then, to ask when I’m in prayer,
That when I’m old and need you, You’ll still love me and still care,
If I become a burden, as many of us do, Can I expect the love and faith,
that I have given you, I’ve never asked for anything, I do not have a voice,
I’ve trusted you with everything, I did not have a choice,
My life was given to you , from the day that I was born,
So all I ask for when I pray, is your love in return.

Written by Sue James nee Kirby 1996