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 (of terror)….I traveled each and ev’ry highway(in Iraq)….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….And 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,”Oh, 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! Yes, it was my way….!
Good riddance. More here. *L* KGS