"me no big chief …

It’s been a long time and a long long journey.
How close am I to the end? I do not know.

It hasn’t been easy travelling alone
looking for the right way at
every crossroads and every bend, I had learn’t
the easy road was only for the fortunates, not for me.
Did I drift from my intended course? Oh so many times,
to pick it up again further on, lost it to pick it up again.

Never was an option to stop, or turn back.
So now I find I have reached a field
where battle lines have been drawn.
I have been advised to cut and run,
how can I? I have never done it before. So I win or I lose,
I will have no regrets. I have been pushed down, but I refused to bow or kneel.

So today, as I listen to Mr Frank Sinatra, I am glad, I could do it all in my own way.

My Way

And now, the end is near; And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I’ll say it clear, I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain.

I’ve lived a life that’s full. I’ve traveled each and ev’ry highway;
But more, much more than this, I did it my way.

Regrets, I’ve had a few; But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course; Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this, I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall; And did it my way.

I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried. I’ve had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that; And may I say – not in a shy way,
“No, oh no not me, I did it my way”.

For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels; And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows – And did it my way!

Writers: Revaux/Francois/Anka

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