Which Georgia shall I choose?

The one I remember, or the one of my dreams?

The one without love, but with the love of that child who was me?

Or, should I choose the one I didn't love, until Shalea loved me?

There are many kinds of love

The love of a sunshiny day, that's in both Georgias

The love of a child, the child that grew, the child in me now

The love of duty, and how he calls us

The love of work well done, and how he entices us

But, to truly love, you have to have a loss, and you have to have a find that makes the difference.

Which Georgia will I keep and which shall be my loss?

For I can't have both. I can't have both.

I must choose. 

 In me, one Georgia shall die and one shall live, and it is my choice, this life and death!

But, when I choose, both Georgias will live, for those who live in them. 

Some will grieve and some will rejoice, but I can only live in one. Which Georgia?

The Georgia, the one with all of the kinds of love in the world. 

 Only one shall be that Georgia, for me!

A love ballad from Which Georgia? A play about a doctor that left it all for a remote village in Africa where he learned from the Witch Doctor. There, he fell in love with her. Villagers renamed their place Georgia, so the love ballad was the title song. Another musical which lives only in my head.