My friend, KiKi shared this song with me.
" My Way" was sang famous by Frank Sinatra in the 1960s, I think. Although this song is about how a dying man felt, I find it very meaningful.
Every now and then, I would feel restless and have an urge to break free. (Yes, I am in my 30s and sad to say,I still have the untamed spirit of a teenager at times.) This is especially so when my beliefs clashes with the social norms. When I was young, my mum ever told others that I was like a wild horse - try to conform me, I would struggle with my life. I was like that, and I still am like that. Guess, that is the reason why I could relate to this song, especially the last phrase.
My Way
And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, Ill say it clear,
Ill 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,
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!
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