There is, if I look carefully, a way out for me.
Maybe not the obvious highway, perhaps just a lane
That when taken, however lonely, might lead to victory
Because the primrose path merely conceives more wants and pain.

And if there be a way for me, an average man,
There is for you too, a better thing you ought to be.
Maybe not the same thing as me, perhaps a better one.
For this flowery path to hell shall not set you free.

I remember a young man whom I met last December,
An ambitious bloke, fighting for the wrong freedom.
And how he put his soul on the...