All I ask, is a chance to live...a chance to spread my wings

A chance to run in fields of flowers, for I have a song to sing

Every choice that's made for me, is out of my control

So be my voice and tell my dreams, that are deep within my soul

I could be the instrument for peace throughout the world

I could soar beyond the stars, if you'll let my wings unfurl

I am crafted so unique, no one else can take my place

And I have a destiny...designed by God's sweet grace

I could be the missing piece to a puzzle left undone

I could be a loving daughter...or a devoted, faithful son

The choice you make will affect us both, so won't you think it through?

And give a chance to the future hope...that dwells inside of you


Merissa Lee Kelley
May 4, 2003
Requested by my friend
Debbie Rieder

"...All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be." Psalm 139:16