I guess it’s too late to live within music,
I know it’s too late to make it my life,
To sit and to dream as my fingers play on,
That time’s passed me by, now way long gone.
I guess it’s too late to live as a doctor,
Healing the sick, helping the lame,
The study’s too long, I’ll now never make it,
The choice that I made now glaringly naked.
I guess it’s too late for many viewed options,
Yet thinking of all that I’ve done on my way,
Brings a smile to my lips, a song to my heart,
And I know I chose wisely, right from the start.
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