The Country Road

I was born free. Brought up in a cultured way. Thought me right and hid me from wrong A certain stage of life came. Where I was left to lead my path. I came to a junction. Where I was to take a path. And I ask myself. Where will I go? Many choices await me. But, I choose a path, There was a country road. And there was a path to glory. Friends where there to guide me; Down a narrow dark street, But, when it was all over, I turn back, And they was no one to help me And I was left empty. I stand a chance to choose, But, I act like I don't know, Where was I heading to; Down the country road or the glorious path.