I  chose the road often taken.
Not because I didn't have big dreams,
But I was exhausted dreaming forever,
And I wanted a smooth path.
This road was smooth with every one's walk.
I don't regret. No I don't.
Though I travel the road often taken,
It's me.
It's me, not alone,
But with the One who made this road.
And all the other roads too.
Nobody knows me.
No one. Not right now.
They see my one step.
They think it's weak.
So small, unstable and trembling
'Cause the dream is too great to be forever.
They don't know. They will never know.
These small, weak,...