The choice was mine and mine completely I could have any prize that I desired I could burn with the splendor of the brightest fire Or else, or else I could choose time Remember I was very young And a year was a forever and a day So what use could fifty, sixty, seventy be I saw the lights and I was on my way And how I lived, how I shone But how soon the lights were gone The choice was mine and no one else's I could have the millions at my feet Give my life to people I might never meet Or else to children of my own Remember I was very young then Thought I needed the numbers on my side Thought the more that loved me, the more loved I'd be But such things cannot be multiplied Oh my daughter, oh my son Understand what I have done Eyes, hair, face, image All must be preserved Still life displayed forever No less than she deserved CHE (spoken): Money was raised and a tomb was built A monument to Evita Only the pedestal was completed And Evita's body disappeared for seventeen years