MY WAY or HIS 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
travelled each and every highway, and more much more
I DID IT HIS WAY.
Regrets, I've had a few, too few to mention
yet I saw them through without exemption
I planned each charted course,
each step along the by-way, and
DID IT HIS WAY.
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 HIS WAY..
For what is man what has he got
If not the Lord, then he has naught
to do the things he truly feels and the one who kneels
The record shows I TOOK the blows and did it
there is no better way.
In all due respect to FRANK SINATRA
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