Dont lose your way. Find your way. Perhaps everyone's aim in life is different. I cant comment it. However, do thing with own conscious.
Give you one song:
My Way Co-written by Paul Anka & Frank Sinatra As performed by Frank Sinatra Hit # 27 on the Top 40 charts in 1969 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 every highway. And 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, and 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, "Oh 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!
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Dont lose your way. Find your way. Perhaps everyone's aim in life is different. I cant comment it. However, do thing with own conscious.
Give you one song:
My Way
Co-written by Paul Anka & Frank Sinatra
As performed by Frank Sinatra
Hit # 27 on the Top 40 charts in 1969
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 every highway.
And 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,
and 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,
"Oh 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!
I did it my way.
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