Life has given me options, of different roads to take,
as I look down each one I wonder what's at stake.

Knowing I can go down one that I've been on before,
wondering if the same things are in store.

Some stops that I made last time 'round,
I sank as low as the lowest ground.

This time I walk with my head held high,
not letting greatness pass me by,

just because once some fancy thing,
pulled me over, to hear me sing.

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