Goes the man, on his way
It takes years to build a man worth the words Walking his own path irrespective of herds Is it good, is it bad? who's to say goes the man, on his own way Whatever it takes long hours short breaks breaks that ache from restlessness living is running to harness Towards the stress of being complete From ages and ages of duress dark day, darker the night who's to say the way is right Its the gait and the face The strait laced ace and respect from gates