Andrew Lloyd Webber - Lament

^BmThe choice was ^Emmine, and mine com^Bmpletely I could ^Ghave any p^Arize that I de^Emsired I could ^Bmburn with the ^Gsplendor of the ^Dbrightest ^Ffire Or ^Gelse Or else I could choose...^Bmtime ^BmRemember, ^EmI was very ^Bmyoung then And a ^Gyear was fo^Arever and a ^Emday So what use could ^Bm50, ^G60, ^D70 ^Fbe? I ^Gsaw the lights and I was on my ^Bmway And how I ^Flived! ^Bm How they ^Fshone! But how ^Gsoon the lights were ^Bmgone...

^BmThe choice was ^Emmine, and no one e^Bmlse's I could ^Ghave the ^Amillions at my ^Emfeet Give my ^Bmlife to the ^Gpeople I might ^Dnever ^Fmeet Or ^Gelse... To children of my ^Bmown ^BmRemember, ^EmI was very ^Bmyoung then ^GThought I needed the ^Anumbers on my ^Emside Thought the ^Gmore who loved me, the m^Bmore loved I'd be That such ^Gthings could not be multi^Bmplied Oh my ^Fdaughter! ^Bm Oh my ^Fson! Unders^Gtand what I have ^Bmdone...

^BmEyes, hair, face, image... ^F#mAll must be preserved ^BmStill life displayed forever ^F#mNo less than she deserved