One can't hope to master every art Genius or imbecile, tell apart In all things to take the prize Scientist, philosopher, compromise
This, the core to being, they can't see Forced to plead guilty to infamy Living out their most mundane lives Or sold out, what is the price of pride?
When you hear so many people Telling you how great you are When they apologize for their own failings Don't really want to know It's no concern to me As long as I can find Who am I?
Few are faced with such challenges This sole chance to excel or fail But when I'm old and grey, looking back There must be no regrets to my pathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
