This choice is stared at me right down the barrel,
“Hand up or hands held” the sheriff did haggle.
Hands up and resign your life to your love,
Hands held with another and find a new dove.

This choice would be painful as I said,
The decision would decide whether it was off with my head.
Hands up and return to my one true love,
Hands held with another, fly with this new dove.

This choice it sent me down the path of unknown,
Settle for love or the seat of a throne.
Hands up, do the one thing I truly trust,
Hands held with another, lying in lust.

This choice would decide my future, yes,
But maybe I will let you guess.
Hands up and resign my life to my love, or
Hands held with another and find a new dove?

This choice I figured out at last,
Its result would be as strong as a mast.
Hands up and resign my life to my love,
No hands held with another, my new dove.

This choice would let the dove fly away,
Break away and see the new day.
Hands up, resign my life to my love,
Goodbye hands held, my other dove.