The sun is low, the day is doneThe race I've paced is nearly runI'll take a breath and look behindAt all the paths that I could findFor every turn and every stoneI walked this dusty road aloneAnd through the years of sun and rainI kept the joy and shed the pain.Growing strength)There were the times I felt the weightOf heavy keys and iron gatesBut I would find a hidden keyTo set my wandering spirit freeI made my mark, I held my groundWhile others sought a safer soundI spoke my truth with steady graceAnd looked the world right in its face.(Chorus - Powerful, anthemic)For what is a man, what has he got?If not himself, then he has naughtTo speak the things he truly feelsAnd not the words that pride concealsThe record shows, I took the blowsAnd did it as my spirit chose. Yes, I stood tall, I braved the fallI faced the ending of it allI chose the road, I bore the loadAnd let my story be bestowed...I did it... on my own.
